It was after a Sunday afternoon scrimmage against Pittsburgh University that I didn’t feel my complete self on the pitch. My adrenaline was in full attack mode so I couldn’t feel anything. When the final whistle blew, I bent over and a wave of aching pain came upon me. On the bus ride home, I spoke positive thoughts into my brain. This can’t happen. Not now. However, those positive thoughts weren’t the reality of the situation. I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what exactly was wrong.