Bone Struggles

Have you broken your arm before? I have it was the worst day of my life want to know my story well. Here’s my story.

So I could remember the time in 3rd grade when I broke my leg. How did I break my leg? I broke my leg by getting it stuck in a seesaw at the playground. So I was at my sister's soccer game and I went to the playground. The first thing I went on was the seesaws. What I did is I walked up the seesaw and my leg slipped in between the pipes in the seesaw. I didn’t know what to do so I lifted my leg out. What I didn’t know is when I lifted it out, I twisted it and broke one of the bones. So i limped my leg to my parents and told them what happened. They took me to the hospital and discovered one of my bones and had to be on crutches for about two months. This is one interesting fact about me. Three other interesting facts about me is I am a

Being a typical 9 year old, I bawled my eyes out. When I moved my arm, it hurt even more. My mom came over to see what all the commotion was all about and I told her what had gone on. I also told her that whenever I moved my arm, it hurt and it felt very weird. She told me we would have to head to the hospital in Columbus to go get an X-Ray to see if it was broken. Thankfully, this was after my older brother’s band’s performance. He came over to us, and my mom told what was about to happen and what we were about to do. He wasn’t happy, to say the least. After about 5 minutes of arguing, my brother lost and my mom took the rest of us to Columbus. As we got into the car, she told me to keep my arm as still as I could, to which I did. We didn’t go to the hospital right away, however, we went to McDonald’s instead to try and make me feel better with some ice cream. It worked, and made me feel glad, even until I got into the hospital. I had never had a broken bone before up until that point in my life, so I didn’t know what to expect. We sat in the waiting room for about 5-10 minutes, until the nurse came into the room to tell us that the doctor was waiting. We got into

My freshman year of high school I broke the Scaphoid and growth plate in my right wrist while playing in a basketball game. I didn’t know that it was broken for two weeks and I played in three of four basketball games with my broken dominant hand. I found that is was probably broken the Monday before Christmas. On Christmas Eve I was told that I would be put in a cast for the entire Christmas break and on January 3rd we would find out if it was really broke. Sure enough we came back and told that I would have to be in a cast for six to eight weeks. I was pretty devastated and upset that I would be out for the rest of the season, it had barely begun. I was staying pretty optimistic about it because it would give me a chance to work on my weak hand, it was my left, and make it stronger. I still went to practice and worked as hard as I could hoping that the coach’s

The pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I had never broken a bone so I didn’t know it would hurt like this. It felt as if the world’s strongest person had just punched me in the lower back. At the time the pain was shooting all the way from the bottom of my tailbone to my mid-back. There was a tear running down my face. Everyone on my team, and all the parents on the sidelines, knew Iam injured. They knew this because I would never cry during a soccer game unless I was in pain.

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

The accident happened just hours before the first softball tryout of the season. Unfortunately, I knew that this would be an end to my years in softball due to the drastic proportion of the break. Yes, I was bummed, but then I remembered that breaking my arm was a new opportunity to meet people or have new experiences. As I laid in the hospital listening to how my 2 surgeries were going to work out I whispered to myself repeatedly, “remember this is a new, helpful experience.” That was exactly what it was, too. My time through the hospital was full of influential people that to this day I continue to think about what they taught me. For example, one special nurse taught me that breaking my arm wasn’t a lost opportunity, but only a set back and once my arm healed I’d be stronger and better than ever. Though I never returned to the softball field I still remember from time to time that again, when bad situations happen, it is not the end of the world, it’s only a setback to push you into something

“Tough times never last, but tough people do.” The refusal of my arm made me discern this intimately. It all started as I stepped onto the soccer field, ready to win. Approximately thirty minutes into the game, the opponent’s attacker was charging towards our goal. All I could think about was stealing the ball from him, which I managed to do, but something terrible happened. I fell and landed on my left shoulder. I was immediately rushed to the hospital, where I went in and out of consciousness due to the extreme pain. Keep in mind that this is in Ethiopia, where medical care is not exactly timely and pain control is not a priority. After what seemed like forever, the diagnostic test confirmed that my clavicle was completely shattered.

Until the bone has healed enough to be allowed to participate in their desired sport, athletes may not be allowed to play or have physical contact. When a bone is healing it is imperative that the athlete keep the fractured bone immobile in order to heal it properly in the cast. This can cause the athlete to not be able to train in their sport. Hence, the athlete's stamina and skill level can decrease. They may 'lose a step' when they are allowed to participate. Taking a hiatus from the sport due to the fractured bone can be devastating to a serious athlete, but it is imperative that the bone is given time to heal properly. Although an athlete will want to participate in their sport, their health and will being is more

These injuries can greatly decrease your mobility to almost none. Broken and fractured bones can put you in a cast for several months. After being in the cast for several months you might develop atrophy and you will have to strengthen those muscles to get back to normal.

Over the summer of 2009 I was playing with my friend Carissa, at Rohner Park, while we were playing on the monkey bars after a while of jumping off and landing on our arms to many times my bone gave out and i broke it. While screaming in pain my dad tried to ask someone for a cellphone to call my mom to come pick us up and take us to the hospital. When my mom finally arrived my dad rushed me into the car so we could go to the hospital. While we were in the car i told my mom to go faster because the pain was really starting to hurt.

Facing life changes due to unforeseen health problems that occur can be challenging. The author in the story, The Body Broken, had fractured her C2 through an automobile accident at a young age of 19. Her story is a remarkable journey of trials, which she continues with daily struggle to function.

Then came my 9th grade year I was so excited to start high school. Football was going great and I was making new friends. At practice one afternoon I broke my right middle finger and when I say broke it was mangled requiring surgery with pins and a cast. This happened 6 weeks before basketball started, so in a cast I did everything

Fractures are healed by putting the bone pieces back where they belong so they can knit themselves back together. Most of the time, a stable fracture can be assisted with a cast to immobilize the area. Other times, the bones will need some help being realigned through a process called traction, where the pieces of bone are pulled back into place. In more complicated situations, surgery may be necessary to hold the pieces of bone in place with

I broke both arms. Not surprisingly, the aftermath was not pretty, to say the least.