While basketball is the beginning of this column, it is not the end. Rather than flashing back to me falling after dunking the ball (as in jumping for a rebound with no one around and falling awkwardly on my foot), calling my Mom and Dad from the court floor, being rushed to the emergency room in major pain, and being told I had just a severe sprain, I am going to talk about the day after (well about two days later when I returned to work).

The alarm rings - exactly at 7 a.m. - marking the start to my morning, my day, my hell. I get out of bed to use the facilities, which is rather difficult. I then make my way, on crutches with the inability to place any weight on my foot, back to the bedroom, where undressing is much more difficult than I could have ever imaged. I then make my way to the dreaded shower. Never before have I been so afraid to get clean.

I carefully put one leg of the crutch inside the bathtub while carefully lifting my good leg over the edge (ehem, already exhausted). I proceed to turn on the water, prepare my shower and wash (did that turn you on) on one leg.

Now the story pauses, simply because reflecting on this difficulty will actually make a valid point. I will always have so much respect for people with missing limbs or battling handicaps, because life is not easy when you are disabled, whether temporary or not. For the next week, my life will be hell, which will be a good life lesson for me. No, that doesn't mean I won't stop playing basketball, but I will understand the difficulties people with disabilities have to face day in day out. It is not pretty or easy.

-NP

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