I was at my grandma and grandpa at a family cookout and i was five. I was a little dare devil i was very ambitious. But my mom had a good idea for me to ride a pony. I was surprised scared and did not want to. The pony was wild. Everyone want me to i was pressured.
I agreed to get on. I was super small i jumped and reached for the mane to throw my leg over. I was super nervous. My blood was rushing. I was sweating. The moments was tense. I was making the horse nervous too.
I finally calmed down and everything was going fine. I was doing little circles and the horse was listening to my legs. I was having fun. I was enjoying it i think the horse was enjoying too. I felt like accomplished the world because i have always want to ride the horse.
…show more content…
The horse bucked and launched me off. My eyes were huge i was terrified. I was so in shock i did not even think of anything i thinking i was going to die. I was too young.
I was getting up and nothing hurt but i did land on my arm. I was in such shook i did not even want to cry. I looked at my arm and my face was filled it disgusts. My mom was crying because she felt so bad. I actually blamed her and made her feel even worse.
I just want to go inside and take a nap. My grandma told me i need to go to the hospital i cried because i was scared of the hospital. They were the most scared. I did not want to do anything. I thought if i took a nap it would go back to normal. But that was no the case
The whole car ride there my mom was crying and i was trying to go to sleep. My dad was rushing to the hospital. I was in no hurry i thought i was going to be just fine and wake up and my arm would be okay but that was not the case.
We got to the hospital. They put in a bed and place me and my parents in a room. We were waiting for a guy to get out of surgery. The guys bone was sticking out of his leg. We waited for 3 hours. The nurse came in and told me to move my arm but i couldn't. It was completely broken in 2
My leg bounced wildly. I had every nail on my hand bit down until they were almost bleeding. I had drank three Pepsi's and eaten two candy bars just for something to do, and we had only been waiting an hour. Sixty minutes of pure torture, not knowing what was wrong with my baby brother or if he was going to be okay.
Happiness is fake, like something forced upon me; something not real, fabricated and I don’t like it. I’m supposed to like it though. I’m supposed to like everything the government forces on me. I feel like I’m the only person who doesn’t feel content with my life, everyone else seems to be perfect while I’m falling apart at the seams.
A nurse with brunette hair asked me to get in a wheelchair; she rushed me to the back because she noticed my wrist turning blue and purple. A RN took me to x-ray
It was around 12 AM when we got home. My mom was mad at my dad and was worried about me. She told me to go get some rest and as soon as I woke up the next morning we were going to go to Kaiser. The next morning when I woke up, my mom and I went to Kaiser. While the doctor was putting the cast on me, he asked me what color I wanted it to be. I replied with, “pink.” The next day was Monday, so I had to go to school. All of my friends asked me what had happened to me. I told them and they thought I was brave. It was so hard to write with my left hand since I only write with my right. I remember my handwriting was so ugly and sloppy. To shower, it was even harder. My mom had to shower me and I could not get my cast wet even a little. As a result to that, my mom and I had to go to the store and she bought me a waterproof cast protector. My arm took about a month to heal up. When I went to go get the cast removed, I was so happy. I was scared at first because in order for them to remove your cast, they need to cut through it with what looks like an electronic pizza cutter. But, as soon as it was off, I smelled my arm because I was curious as to what it smelled like since I
When they got me down there I fell asleep again, I woke up about another hour later again the nurse was in there waiting for me to wake up just to see how I was feeling. When she left I looked over to my parents and started talking to them, then I turned my head the other way and I saw my mom. I was really happy that she was there because I do not see her much. I talked to her for a little bit, then laid back down. I realized that I was in good hands and I would be taken care of, and that was my new years. So thanks for my parents looking after me at the hospital and thanks for the hospitals for taking care of me and getting me fixed up. The morale of this story for me is if I feel like I am going to fall while snowboarding and getting really good air bring a video
I was sitting on the boat ready to fly, buckling myself into the harness. Just waiting for my turn. I had butterflies so bad I thought I was going to be sick. Then it was my turn.
I don’t remember what happened after that, but all I know is that the toys were to distract me while they put an IV on my left arm. My mom was laying down next to me, rubbing my head and trying to make me laugh. We were all waiting for my surgeon to come to take me in. At one point, the surgeon came and told me to kiss my parents and say goodbye, I got scared because I thought I wasn’t gonna see them again, I thought they were gonna leave me forever. I started crying and tried to run away.
I slowly wake up, and it must have been hours later. I looked down and my leg was gone. I could feel a searing pain rush through my body. My leg was bandaged up around the cut, but I could still imagine how it looked. Blood was dripping from the bandages. I could not take it anymore. Right there I shut my eyes, and never again were they opened. My family was traumatized at my death.
When I was seven years old I learned how to ride a bike I started of in a less bumpy place then I started in a more crowded area. I remember the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as I rode. My step dad and step brother were both cheering me on. They yelled for me to fall over because I was rolling toward the road. I fingered the ground that was as hard as a rock. I was fine I just got up and brushed myself off.
I remember being rolled out to the car and a lot of visitors were there. This all happened about one o’clock at night. I had cuts all over my face and a few on my arm. My mom just had some bruised ribs. My brother had a concussion some cuts and bruised ribs.
Surprisingly, she didn’t have much of a reaction do to her extensive time working at the hospital herself, but I still think that a dangling fingertip, which was gushing blood would have gotten some kind of reaction out of her. Her reaction was quick, which I am thankful for, she quickly ran inside washed her hands and brought a rag to wrap my damaged fingers. We loaded up into her car and before I knew it we were at the hospital. BY this time the pain was starting to get to me, and everything seemed like a blur, but I did not show any pain or any signs of anything being wrong, except for the gushing blood and injured hand. We walked into the emergency room and as the nurse was checking me in they tried putting me in a wheelchair, and me being the stubborn thirteen year old I tried to explain to then that my hand was injured not my legs, but they were persistent in me sitting down. I finally complied and when I sat down completely I passed out. I guess the pain and the situation finally caught up to
You will only need about three stitches where as your parents needed 27. You are very thankful for technology. Three hours later you are walking out of the hospital with your hand and wrist wrapped. You don’t really understand why your parents are so impressed
back to the room and was scolded by my mom. My mom held on to my arm
Somebody help me!” I remember screaming. I will never forget my arm dangling with the bone of my forearm just hanging out of me. After screaming what felt like a thousand years, a nice lady stopped and rushed over to me in a golf cart. She tried everything she could to help me but with her being older we needed more assistance.
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of