Participating in physical education is one of the most exciting parts of high school for many. Why is that? Because it's one of the best avenues to get off academic activities and focus more on sports and entertainment. Just like everyone else, I'm always excited when it's time for it, but on one of those days, it reveals a critical illness that changes almost everything about my life thereafter.
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Prior to the revelation, I was always excited about the prospect of indulging in each of the sports we were supposed to practice. As an introvert, I felt more free to open up to the general public when I expressed myself through sporting activities, so that tends to make me long for physical education.
It isn't like I'm that good, but when it comes to football practice and the teacher wants to distribute us into teams, both usually want me to be in their team, not because I'm good at dribbling and non-scoring, but because I'm good at tackling and I'm a no-nonsense kind of guy who'll do anything to take out anyone that poses a threat to my team. This makes me terrified that the attacker wouldn't want to face me because they might end up with a broken leg.
When it comes to running a 100-meter race, I'm also very fast and usually help my team to victory, so I'm always the one who represents my team, the red house, during our inter-house sport competition in school, until things fall apart and I can't indulge in what I enjoy doing any more.
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On one of our school's inter-house sports competitions during our physical education week, we were to begin a 200-meter race, and I was representing the red house as usual. By the time the whistle was blown for us to begin the race, I gave it my all as I raced towards the finishing line, but half way through the race, I was finding it hard to breathe, to the point where I fell down and couldn't lift a finger.
The medic and teachers rushed towards me and realized I was breathing heavily. They tried to make me stand up, but I couldn't even lift any part of my body; it was as though a heavy weight was placed on me. I was rushed to the hospital, and my parents were informed of the situation. At first, the doctors thought I had asthma due to how I was struggling to breathe, but after a series of tests, something else was discovered.
The results of the rest reveal that I had a problem with my liver, and it became critical since I kept on doing things that could do more damage to it. From there, the doctors gave me some advice on what to eat and not eat, do and not do, and the like, and one of such is not indulging in too many draining and stressful activities that put me in danger again.
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Not long after that, I was discharged from the hospital, but things were never the same again thereafter. Though the doctors didn't say I shouldn't participate in sporting activities, the school authority wasn't ready to take any risk, so I wasn't allowed to participate in any sporting activities thereafter. It was a very painful pill to swallow because I went from someone who participated to a cheerleader who cheered others to victory.
The major take-home lesson I learned from that experience was that our health is important and shouldn't be taken lightly. Although I wasn't aware I had such an illness prior to then, the fact that it happened still serves as a reason why we shouldn't stay far away from the hospital and shouldn't shy away from taking a series of tests to know our health status at all times. If I had known about mine earlier, there might have been a solution before it became critical, so going forward, that should be a lesson for everyone.
That's all about my experience with physical education in high school and the lessons I learned from it. The article was prompted by the hive learners community features prompt, click here for more information about the prompt.
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