Update

Our daughter went to the doc on Friday. Not good news. Pat and I are not in the best of spirits with the revelation that she has torn her LCL. On Wednesday, she will go for an MRI to find out the extent of the damage. It could be one of three things. The best case scenario is that it's simply a little tear in her ligament and will heal on it's own although we don't suspect this to be the case. The other two diagnosis' are that one, she has torn cartilage or two, that her ligament has been torn away from the bone. I probably have all of this confused as I wasn't at the doc and I just cringe with what will come of this. She will most likely need surgery on her knee as well as physical therapy. End of her soccer season for now anyway. We're hoping that she will be healed for school soccer but I'm in no hurry to get her back on the field.

Man, when this girl gets hurt, she doesn't mess around! Although she is my child who twists her ankle every other week or has some unexplained rash that itches. Poor kid. She is the most athletic kid and loves sports of any kind. Why is it that this thing happens?

As I sit here with the use of my legs freely watching her hobble around on her crutches with that obscene brace my heart just breaks and a little tinge of anger surfaces. Why? Well Pat and I weren't able to be at her last two games. Of course I feel like a horrible mom because I wasn't there for her when she got hurt but that isn't where the anger comes from. It would be impossible for me to protect her in that situation, I know but there were other things that I could've been good for...like what I am about to write.

You see, our daughter wanting to save the games and get a shut out for her team did what most sports people do. Begged to play and eventually got her way. I found out a few more details though since her appointment.

The game she got hurt in she finished out crying the entire first half as goalie, the coach didn't even offer to take her off the field. She was able to sit out the second half though which is good AFTER she proved to the coach that she couldn't even stand on her leg. The next morning, she begged and pleaded to play and eventually got her way. She was sent out with an ice pack to play goalie. I found out that she had gotten hit again towards the end of the game and hurt her leg more. Had Pat and I been able to be there she never would've finished out that first game! Never. We are a little angry with this coach and a team full of girls that we know all too well.

Pat coached these girls for 3-4 years and they have got to be the whiniest most selfish group of kids. Yes, teenage girls do tend to be that way but none of them were willing to play goalie because they all wanted to play out on the field. How do I know this? Well from Pat coaching and telling these girls they all had to learn to play goalie, they stomped around like a bunch of two year olds and threatened not to play at all. Of course in the end Pat had them playing net and the girls ended up hating him for it but as a team we both thought, as well as the assistant coach that it is good to have girls to back up in cases such as with our daughter. Now the team has no goalie because the other goalie quit and our kid was the only one who offered herself up for the position. The rest are walking around school talking about how their goalies suck even though our daughter had a shut out on her injured knee and isn't even a goalie. She's a defender/mid player.

Ugh, I'm just really frustrated and as with most things, I am looking for someone or something to be angry with. My kid is hurt, she is miserable but taking it really well, and there isn't a damn thing that Pat or myself can do! The coach is already back peddaling and saying that it's her own fault for wanting to play. Nice. I guess if I were a coach and had half a mind I would have obviously seen and known that that player was too hurt to play. She couldn't even walk on the damn leg. So yes, I'm going to blame the coach for not putting his foot down and his guilt has come out threefold. And if surgery is the final diagnosis, well, Pat and myself will not be quiet about this to the coach. As an adult and a coach as well as the father of a soccer player who has played longer than my own daughter, you would think that he would know what can happen to a player with an injured leg....Sorry. I feel angry today.

I will stop with this very frustrating post. I just need to vent!