The worst thing that happened is when i got stitches and this is how it happened. I was riding my neighbors three wheeled scooter and was trying to jump off of the sidewalk into the parking lot and I jumped and I got into the parking lot but not all the way. The back brakes was still on the sidewalk and the front wheel was on the pavement which caused the handlebar in the top left middle of my left thigh. It didn’t hurt until I saw the blood gushing out my leg and I couldn’t move when I saw it. I was half in the parking lot and half on the sidewalk. I yelled at the top of my lungs and said aw and then called my mom and said I’m bleeding and she said is it like a cut or is it like a bullet and I said it’s bad. Then my neighbor’s mom came and talked to my mom and then she said it is very bad and she said that you should come home. …show more content…
Then she called me back and told my neighbor to call 911 and she did. When 911 got to me they called the ambulance and then my brother got there and he said my mom was on the way and he was going to follow behind and meet me at the hospital. When I got to the hospital my mom got there about ten minutes after me and the doctor came and said that he will be my doctor and that he will be with me in a second. When he came and gave me stitches it hurt a little when he put numbing medicine in my leg. After he stitched me up it hurt for me to move a lot for a while. Once I got home I went and sat on the chair in the living room and asked my mom to help me to put my leg on the audiman and then asked her if she could get me some ice water. Then before I went to bed I ate some pizza in my mom’s bed and slept there because if I needed help getting up she could help me get up. After I was able to go to school I was not allowed to do P.E. for a while. Then in two weeks I went to the doctors I got them took out and then I couldn’t do anything that hurt my
One of the funniest wrecks i had was right after i gt my new dirt bike it was on christmas day and i thought i could go faster then what i should be going and then i was going through a curve and the next thing i know i'm on the
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.
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.
My head spinning I could finally see outside and where I was at. I just realized I fell off. My eyes filled up with tears I started bawling; I was shaking and looking around to find my parents but they weren’t there. I see this person running down the dark green grass. I could barely see who it was but he came closer and I see my neighbor. Everything I tried to look at looked like I was looking underwater without goggles. There were red blotches all over the street. I guessed that it was my blood, it was from my knees and elbows. A bad headache came, my neighbor asked me “Do you know your name and your parents?”
My dad explained to me that my femur was broken and that I have to wear a cast until it heals. But something was not right in my leg, I felt it, it still hurt like it was out of place. My dad took me to the doctor and told him that the surgery that was done to me was not right, the bones didn’t connect to each other. They had to perform two more surgeries on my leg to make it right. One surgery to take the bone out from where it was and other one right way to connect it and to let it heal
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.
I had to stay at my Nana's house so I would be close to a hospital. We didn’t get to go home until christmas eve. My cuts didn’t clear up until a few months. And I still got scars to this
In December 2016, my mother broke down in front of my therapist, emotionally exhausted because I mutilated my forearm and I needed sutures. Again. It had not even been more than three days after I just got stitches for my other injuries, which caused my psychiatrist to have to hospitalize me for a few days. They had to give her some time off from me. I was too much for her. I knew I was.
Traumatic events come in many different ways at many different times of ones life. Mine came on the school bus while I was on my way home from school. The bus had stopped to let a couple kids off and I stood up to throw some trash away. I stood up we were rear ended by a young lady who had been trying to get a bee out of the car and not realized the bus had stopped. I was standing up and the impact caused me to bang into the seat in front of me and the one behind me. I didn’t realize what had happened until moments later when someone said something. As I began to sit down I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body and my heart started to beat rapidly.
My mom took me to the hospital. The doctor had drawn blood and made me urine in a little cup. After the tests came back, the doctor came back in tears and my mom asked what’s wrong. He said
I was more dependent on them and helpless than I had ever remembered being and that was where most of my pain came from. After leaving the hospital came the next challenge: acceptance. I remember being so ashamed and guilty that I had caused the accident. I felt like the world was looking at me like I was a criminal. It was me who was at fault
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.
I have broken my ankle once before in my life, and the pain was this. The ankle was so fat I had trouble getting it out the shoe. An involuntary cry, and I had the heel free. I unsheathed my limb from the sock and found it was purple and jade. I sat there sobbing with blubbered screams.
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.
Then I walked slowly with my skates on my feet to a nearby bench outside of the parking lot. Then with my mom’s help, I took off my skates and I walking home slowly like an old man. After coming home my mom took her scarf that was that sofa and made me a temporary sling. Thinking that my arm would become better in a few hour, my mom left to go to the kitchen to make lunch as I started to watch slow motion videos of explosions. Every now and then, I tried to put my hand in a fist but, was stopped by the pain my hand.