Broken Bones
I can remember this night just like it was yesterday. It was a hot, humid Saturday night, in July, after my fifth grade year. It was two weeks after my birthday, which is June twenty-third. I had just got a new pair of skates. I didn’t think anything about checking the wheels on my skates or how loose they were or even if I could actually skate with them because I didn't have wooden floors at the times so If I skated it would have to be on the road, but that messes up the wheels, so I just waited for the day I came back skating to try them out. I’ve been skating since I was four, so wearing new skates isn’t going to be like a new day with new feet, well at least that’s what I thought. It was gonna be perfect, I was going
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After my birthday weekend, my family and I, all went to Harbor Island for a week or so. It was the family tradition to usually go there on my birthday, but this year we went the week after, so that meant no skating for me for awhile. I always go out to eat the Saturday after my birthday once I get back from the beach, but that year I went to the beach early the Saturday after my birthday till the next Sunday, and then out to eat the Saturday after we got back. That meant three Saturdays of no skating. BUt back to the real story, after all my friends were done coming up to me, I was ready to go skate. I noticed the floor was really shiny but I now had forgotten about my new slick skates that I had gotten at my birthday party the week before. I went out on the floor, made a few laps around and then one of my favorite songs came on. I looked around for my brother and his friends, but they were nowhere to be found, so I just started doing my own thing. I started swaying my skates in and out of each other, where the wheels would touch. By this time I wasn’t looking down at my feet anymore, and somebody I really liked walked in the door and It caught my attention. You know the puppy love, the guy who you fall head over heels for when you’re ten years old. Well that was him, he was older and my brother said I wasn't allowed to have a …show more content…
I can't bite into anything now. Even down to a simple little sandwich, I have to cut or break it apart because any minute my tooth could pop or break if I'm not too careful. My wrist, on the other hand, hurt very often, like when the weather changes, especially when It’s about to rain, it will ache to where I will need medicine, and if I move them in certain ways or around in a circle, they make loud pop noises and i can feel the joint move. My tooth aches and hurts a lot too, cold drinks and ice cream is now barely an option for me, because the nerve in my tooth was open. Half of my tooth is still real, but the other half is rock that they had to shape to connect and match the tooth beside it, and since it is not a full fake tooth there is a thin spot where when i drink something cold it can go through the thin line and aggravate my nerve and start shooting pains. I believe that everything happens for a reason and i definitely learned to not take certain things for granted that something so simple as falling at the skating ring can change your life dramatically, and this is my story of how my life changed
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
When i Was at the mosque outside on the court while i was playing a 3 on 3 basketball game. And the teams was me, bosh and Salah vs Abu, Sunny and Musa. We started to play, and my team was down by 8 points. So i was kind of mad at my team that we was down by so much. So i told them let me take over and try to get us back in the game. So they let me take over and we went on a 7-0 run and out of nowhere we was only down by one point. Then we made a turn over, then they got the ball and they passed it to abdi. And abdi got through his defender and bosh stepped up and tried to block his shot but he head faked bosh and i step and try to block his shot and i jumped up tried to block his shot and my knee cap moved out of
I’m actually kind of shocked I could write about recovery because it is a topic with a special meaning to myself. But, I found it easier to write about my own experience with a negative event this time, and I believe it is because I grew as a writer. I saw the value the personal testimony adds to a piece, and thus I could add my own story.
I've always liked Fall. I like the falling leaves and warm spice drinks and chilly air and nice sweaters and the generally spooky vibes. Fall is a good time for me. Nothing beats it, not even the summer. The most important part, though, is Halloween. Halloween cotumes, loads of spooky-themed candy, costume parties, scary movies, everthing about it was something I looked forward to all year.
Walking in those familiar doors was the most terrific part of my day, no matter if it was a bright and early 6am practice or a late into the evening game. As soon as I entered the rink my favorite scent was all around me. It was the kind of perfect smell you cannot put into exact words, but it was a mix of something like ice, rubber and the sweaty socks of kids full of determination. The atmosphere was always the same there, full of excitement and anticipation. Growing up the rink was my happy place, I could always depend on it to be freezing cold, just the way I like it. Skating on the ice was an entirely different world. The boards were bright and clean, the benches were so huge I could barely see over them! The ice
This weekend I was paired up with a nurse from the floating pull. It was a very interesting experience. For the first time since the beginning of the semester I can say that I was faced with a lot of critical thinking situations. I spend the day running around reminding my nurse of things he forgot or task we had to finish. It was already 2:00 pm and I still hadn’t performed an assessment on a patient, at this point I remember what Mrs. McAdams had said before “ we are in the hospital to help but our main priority is to learn and practice our skills” so I made the critical-thinking decision to tell my nurse that I needed to at least complete an assessment and since we were about to discharged a patient I could performed a final assessment on him before going home. I performed my assessment, had time to document and helped my nurse with the discharged. This weekend was a very challenging clinical for me but I also learned a lot. I learned to managed my time better, be proactive in my clinical experience and I also found my voice.
One day my mom told me that I was moving schools and of course I was not happy at all. So the whole moving school thing I wasn’t happy about,but the good thing about it was I would meet new kids and make new friends and my mom told me that their was two kids that didn’t like each other so I was kinda worried about that but I would be fine. So the next day I got up I was ready to step into a new school and meet new people,so when we got there I went to take a tour and met a kid named August and another kid named Jack they were going to show me around. So they showed me around the school and I was so excited because I got invited to August’s b-day party and it was really fun but August told me their was this kid that was mean to him and Jack, he also told me that he was going to be at the park this afternoon with his mom so we
As I entered the building which housed the rink, the warm, nostalgic scent of popcorn hit that part of my brain where dusty, cobwebbed memories live, memories of my own adolescence. I made my way past a group of exuberant teenagers at the snack bar until I reached the skating rink. Skinny, hard benches, made for small butts, lined one wall. I took a seat and scanned the rink. My eyes paused to read a sign; white, block letters on a black background warned, "Skate at Your Own Risk."
The feeling of my blade against the ice was bewitching. The rocky texture of the ice against the smooth blade of my skate dance together almost rhythmly. The freezing cold temperature of the ice rink brought frost bite to my bundled up body, the mixture of hot and cold sent my body into over drive as I tried to nail a perfect triple axel and failed miserably. Not wanting to accept defeat I got up and twirled again and missed; again I screamed at myself, now was not the time for mistakes. Pushing myself up I got in position, I raced around the rink trying to build up speed but instead I was slapped in the face with the slush my blade had created. I glided toward the end of the rink and lifted myself up as if I was a bird who just learn to spread her wing and fly. I landed on the tip of my toes and twirled then jump and jumped again. When I got down from my high I saw the mark of a perfect triple axel printed into the ice. A heavenly gasp left my lips as my brain came to accept the fact that I did it, I made a triple axel. The sound of sarcastic clapping brought ...
Bone breaks are caused by trauma which is caused by a fall or an accident. It can also be caused by osteoporosis which is the thinning and weakening on the bone tissue. This would cause bone breaks as the weak bone will not be able to absorb any impact which would result in bone breaks. (Parker, 2005) The final common cause of bone breaks is overuse of the bone. This is the repeated motion of the limb which can tire the muscles surrounding the bone which will then put more force on the bone during motion such as exercise. This will result in stress fractures. (OrthoInfo, 1995)
There was no lawn, but there were four flower planters. The house was painted all white, with the exception of the front door that was painted light green. My grandfather was still young, strong, and full of life, he always had time to play with his grandchildren. Every Sunday he would take us to the park, would buy us ice cream, and take us to Sunday mass. On the day when this picture was taken, we were celebrating my 10th birthday, and I was dancing with my grandfather. I cannot remember the song, but I do remember what he told me while dancing slowly. He said “My little girl” how he used to call me,” in five years you won’t be a little girl, you will become a young lady.” At that moment I could not understand what he meant, but in my mind I was saying “grandpa I will always be your little girl.” While dancing, he made me a promise, “My little girl on your 15th birthday, I will dance the first song with you.” Who would know that he was going to die on my 15th birthday year, he passed away on June 21th, 1987 on Father’s Day. He left me with so many beautiful memories, but the most important was my first dance on my 10th birthday. On the night before my 15th birthday, I went to bed around 10 p.m. I was feeling depressed, because I was only thinking of the promise that my grandfather had made in the past. A promise that in my mind was not going to
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
On June 13, 2011, I woke up a happy and excited 17 year old for it was my graduation day and that meant no more high school, no more nagging teachers, and no more drama. I met my friends and my boyfriend Andrew in the school parking lot and away we went to practice graduation. After we had practiced walking and getting our diplomas we all went to lunch and discussed what we had wanted to do with the rest of our lives. After what we had thought to be one of the last lunches together I went to Andrews house to hang out for a bit. We talked about him going away and me staying here and all of the normal stuff that applies in a relationship when one goes away. Before I left his house I asked him if he had wanted a ride to graduation, due to the fact he was in a car accident four days prior and the only vehicle he had at the moment was his motorcycle. He responded with a polite, "Nah." That's when I knew he wanted to take his bike.
So one day after school my older brother took me to the gym. After I changed into my gym clothes in the locker room, I sat nervous on the patted mat by the rock climbing tower/boulder waiting for the instructor to walk in and other students to show up. After a few minutes the instructor walked in. She smiled really big, so big that I saw t...
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were