When I was in second grade going on to third, on the last day of second grade, I was playing a game and I fell over a ball, and fell on top of my left arm. When I fell, the teachers came over to me, and asked if I was ok.So did Jennifer, she came up to me and asked if I was ok. But my knees and arm both hurt. They called my mom, and told her what had happened and while they were doing that, I was lying and my arm felt better if I put pressure on it. When my mom arrived, we went home, dropped all my school things off and went to a nearby hospital. When we got a doctor after waiting, we went into a room, and I sat down. When he asked how my arm felt and I said it felt really bad and he took me to get my arm scanned and sure enough, I had fractured my arm. After they put a giant cast on my arm and I went home. My dad though I had broke it but when we told him, he was surprised. But then summer had started and all my friends were at summer base. When I went, I got to stay inside and I got to invite three of my friends inside with me. …show more content…
When we got a room, I got my cast off, the doctor told me that my arm was not fully healed yet so I got a regular cast. I got a waterproof, green and blue cast. The next week, we went swimming and the teachers did not believe me when I told them that it was water proof and then I said that if was ruined, which it would not be, but then it would be my fault and not theirs. So I got in the pool with my friends and my cast. When we were back at base, my cast was fine, just a little damp. When I got home, I was really tired so I went to go take a shower and my cast was still fine. After dinner, I watched T.V until 9 and I went to bed. The next day was Saturday so it was movie day for the
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.
In the past, I’ve made numerous mistakes. They all were very similar, most of them being related to school, sports, friendships, or even as simple as arguing with a parent. Although I had many, and learned quite a few lessons from them, most of these mistakes were not life changing. I would usually just be grounded by a parent, or get half credit on the homework because I didn’t do it correctly. Those mistakes were not as grand, or complex, or painful as my favorite mistake. I hadn’t realized until I reflected on the event, but my favorite mistake was when I broke my collarbone playing flag football in sixth grade.
When I was at school I broke my wrist. My friends and I were playing on the slide and I fell off into the dirt and landed on my wrist. When I heard “crack”, I knew something was wrong and needed to go tell the teacher. Holding my wrist I ran to Mrs.Kathy and told her that something was wrong with my wrist. We ran to the nurse because she thought it was severely damaged based on the way it was dangling. An ice pack was put on my wrist to control the swelling. My dad was given a phone phone call and was told that I had hurt my self on the playground. Rushing from work my dad was to coming get me and on the way he picked up my brother from high school, they later arrived at the elementary school. We hastily went to the emergency room because my wrist was getting sizeably larger. By the time we achieved our destination, my mom was waiting patiently for us.
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
I was shaking when we went inside--- I absolutely hate the doctors office! There was only one people waiting to be seen; with a face mask on hoping not to spread the possible air borne disease, and the others who were just sitting there waiting for perhaps friends or family members to come out. They checked me in and gave me a madatory blue bracelet to wear. In no time I was rushed in a wheel chair to the CAT scan machine. I was alone in the room which was over fifteen minutes sitting inside a large machine with flourescent lights and heat directly over my head. Slowly the lady wheeled me back to my checked in room. The doctor waiting with instant news, he announced I had no internal bleeding in my head which was the only good news I would be getting that day. The nurses and doctors came to the conclusion that I had a concussion. It sure felt like
In the summer of 1995 I woke up in the middle of the night screaming in pain and holding my knee. My mom discovered a large lump bulging out the side of my right knee. The next morning my parents took me to the E.R. where they told us it was "growing pains" and thus sent us on our way with 200 mg of ibuprofen. That summer I was excited to join my first softball team. I soon found out I had to sit out on a lot of games because I was hurting. As a result my parents presumed I was making it up and thought I didn't want to play softball anymore.
I started wrestling in the seventh grade, and continued to wrestle in high school. I found wrestling to be a great sport to help me stay in shape, but also make great friends. Many of my friends in high school I made from the wrestling team. Everyone is very supportive of one another, through the many ups and downs wrestling has to offer. There are many injuries that one can suffer from such a rough sport. Many wrestlers end up getting injured during sometime of their wrestling career. My wrestling injury came when I was just a freshman on the wrestling team at Bishop Guertin. It was a time of much pain and recovery that I had to endure in order to make it back out on the wrestling mats. I was afraid and in a lot of pain when I got injured for the first time.
I got to watch SpongeBob for the first time, because my Mom did not like that show. I was so happy, but also nervous because I didn’t understand what was going on. The nurse then told me he needed to take an x-ray of my hip. Since I was in so much pain, they put me on a tube shaped like a doughnut that supported my hip while I was getting x-rayed.
I got two hours of sleep that night because I woke up at seven in the morning. This was the worst day of my life. I had to help my mother pack our things as she sobbed uncontrollably. I also thought I would never get to be with Matt 's sons again, who I had known since I was eleven. They were like brothers to me and they were the only people who understood what each other was going through when it came to family issues like this. I thought I was never going to get to act like idiots or have serious conversations with them again.
I was in some of the worst pain that I had ever been in ever in my life. James and Ian went to get the nurse and she took me inside. It hurt extremely bad to walk on it or bend it while I was on my way to the nurse’s office.
I also had to wear a total leg cast and be on crutches for multiple weeks. This was news I didn’t want to hear. These were some of the hardest three months of my life. I wanted to get back sooner but the doctor said that if I did there was a chance that I could have more serious consequences later on if I didn’t let it heal to its maximum potential. During injuries, the hardest part is to not rush the recovery even though it is very tempting to get back out and play.
The Girl Who Broke Her Arm One day, a girl was at school. She was in grade three. It was a normal day. She was doing normal things like eating and playing. It was lunch.
I was in shock, so I was sleeping the whole time. My mom gets there and ask what happened and we told her. She thought my arm was just popped out of place and she tried to pop it back in but i wouldn’t let her, so she took me to the hospital. After spending hours in the ER we found out that my arm was fully broken, snapped in half.
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,