Personal Narrative-Soccer Game

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It was a beautiful and sunny Sunday, about 80 degrees, just a normal day - soccer game, then alone time. I had never been so wrong. It was game day; we played the 4th-ranked team in Ohio, and it was going to be a tough game. As I got in the car, to the left of me was my dad, giving the same old speech about sunscreen, even though I never listened. The sun was gleaming down through the sunroof onto my face, making it difficult to see. After the two-hour drive to Dayton, I got out of the car only to see my team warming up. I hurried over to the bench, got my stuff on, warmed up, and it was game time. The other team was all 6 feet tall compared to my small team; they were giants. Kickoff, we had the ball first and gave it away right off the bat. …show more content…

Yep, it was the bone. I stood up and walked over to the bench; my coach took one good look and asked me if I was ready to go back in. I was in too much pain to say anything. I got a little ice pack on the bench and waited for my dad's friend to take me to the hospital. Both my parents were an hour away, either running errands or at my brother's soccer game. We rushed to the hospital; as we got there, the lady at the front desk looked as dull as my pencil. I could tell she did not want to be there, but anyway, we got into the room, and they hooked up my pulse and temperature. They gave me fentanyl through my nose to ease the pain. It kicked in instantly; they needed to take an x-ray to see what the actual issue was. As they slid the board under my arm, my wrist rotated, and the pain was like being shot in the wrist multiple times. They took the x-ray, and it turned out it was broken all the way through in 2 spots, and I had fractured the radius, which was serious. I was going to need surgery, unfortunately. Around this time, my mom arrived at the …show more content…

It was a long and painful drive home because my painkillers were at CVS in Zionsville. As I dozed off, I could faintly hear my mom's music fading off, and slowly it went silent... I woke up, it was about 5 PM in Zionsville. We were home, and I needed to take a nap. As we arrived at the house, I changed clothes and tried to take a nap, but I could not sleep. I felt my pulse in my whole arm; it felt like 100 bees were stinging at every beat, THUD THUD THUD. Next thing I knew, the sun was beaming into my eyes, and it was time for surgery. As I got out of bed, my arm started to throb in pain like the night before. I got dressed, ate, then headed off to St. Vincent to get it done. The surgery was at 2, but we left at 10:30. When we got there, my dad drove around the hospital about five times trying to find orthopedics. We walked in, checked in, and were guided to the room. My parents are divorced but get along; my mom met me and my dad in the room. I went into the room, and the nurse made me change into a gown, which was comfortable. In my imagination, the IV would be the worst part, but that did not even hurt. All that happened was a needle going into my arm with a straw on it. They hooked up the drip, and now all we had to do was wait for Dr. Barrios to get done with his other surgery. While waiting, I was not allowed to eat, but I still decided to watch a food show to pass the time. It

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