Monkey Bars: A Short Story

A really bubbly nurse who thought she was cute wheeled me down to the operating

I fell. This felt like I didn’t have a wrist. But I got back up really carefully and went up to the lounge to my dad and sister. Ah, Ah, Dad I think I broke my wrist. No you didn’t. It was swelling up, It hurt so bad I couldn’t even believe this was happening.

My left elbow hurt very badly and I could feel blood running down my arm. It hurt so badly that I was crying. After a few minutes, I tried to get up, but I made my elbow hurt so badly because I was adding pressure to much pressure to it. Then I bent my elbow to see if it was broken because on the shows my parents watch, the doctors tell the injured people to bend their arms or legs to see if they are broken. Finally, someone noticed me and called Jaci’s mom, Brooke, over.

“What time are you coming pick me up today mom?” “I’m sorry honey, I cannot make it today because we can’t afford it this weekend.” This was a normal conversation between my mother and I on the weekends I was scheduled to spend with her.

When I went in and sat down, I waited for Dr. Stanpole to call me. As I looked around to try and distract myself. Immediately I heard the footsteps of the nurses running past me like a horse in a race. I was confused, then got up from the bench and tapped one of the nurses passing by and queried "What's going on and why is everyone in such a hurry?". She passed me like if I wasn't even there so meanwhile I decided to wait here until I saw Dr. Stanpole coming. I asked him while hesitating, "What's going on, but mainly how's

I ended up blocking nobody, but I tripped on myself and I landed on my arm. While I was falling in the air, my reaction was to shock myself from the fall by using my hand and arm. The result ended up me breaking my forearm. It was the first time I had broken a bone in my body and the feeling wasn’t as painful or aching or agonizing as I thought it would be. On impact, I felt my forearm bend like rubber. My initial reaction was disbelief.

You are now in the recovery room.” A nurse said. I assume I had a weird and confused look on my face. I was hungry and very sore. “Would you like a Sprite and some crackers?”

“What?” By now, it was the two of you, as the nurse left to care for other patients. “Uh-”

At the bottom of the stairs there is a wall because you have to turn left to go down more stairs. I had hit that wall. I felt completely fine, but then I started to get up and felt that my left arm wasn’t following what I was telling it. I look to my left and find that my arm is hanging back in a position that it isn’t supposed to be able to be in. I couldn’t move. I couldn't stop staring at my arm. What had I done to my arm? The only word that I was able to utter was,”Wow.”

I went to the appointment on that Monday, and being a bigger hospital, I was even more terrified. We checked in, and luckily found a spot to sit in one of the waiting room. The room wasn’t filled with sadness or negativity, it was somehow filled with laughter. There were many children, therefore some of the parents had brought coloring book for them. I just wanted to know what these children were at the hospital for. They seemed to be the most charming children ever, and I just couldn’t understand why whatever they're going through was happening to them. My parents had left to buy coffee,

Happiness is sunny summer days on the monkey bars. Love is snuggling a cat inside on a rainy day. Trust is jumping fearlessly of the couch into daddy’s strong arms. Friendship is dancing in pajamas around the living room with your sister.

I get to the hospital, park, and run in to the service desk. The lady is not so sure what I am talking about, but after I give her the run through she understands.

Prior to arriving, I couldn’t keep my heart from racing. We pulled up to the office, but I wasn’t ready to go in yet. I kept thinking about those terrifying injections. My mom took me by the hand and brought me inside. I was nervous beyond belief sitting in the lobby. Eventually, the nurse called me back. I slowly proceeded to follow her into the back.

The hospital reeked of sadness, grief, and appalling hospital grub. My family and I sat in peace, trying to grasp the dreadful news the doctor had just shared. 2 weeks to prepare for what would forever be one of the hardest days of my life. I crumpled up the pamphlet immediately with tears streaming down my face. A billion questions flooded the mind of an 8 year old. Why would this happen to her? Why can’t they just make her better? What am I supposed to do without her?

     My mom drove me to what would become my last visit to the doctor’s office before giving birth to my daughter. Dr. Dermer observed me and then told me to be at the hospital around six thirty that evening. He advised me to eat a good dinner before departing for the hospital. Dr. Dermer had decided to induce my labor, due to the fact that I was two weeks past my due date.