Personal Narrative: A Broken Wrist

My friends and I were Pokemon go hunting and I caught a lip of the concrete. I was at the courthouse with Daniel Ace Miguel and we were playing Pokemon Go.

For the most part, its kind sad that when you trying to backtrack your life one of the first memory is an unforgettable one with horrible pain. I had to have been no more than three or four. I can’t remember my mother or father teaching me or

I was eight months old when my chubby little body broke its strongest bone. Being my outgoing, curious self I was beginning to become more and more comfortable with the edges of my parents bed. With my brother not paying attention, I decided to test my knowledge of life. The result of me falling to the ground is captured in photographs, a chubby kid with a groin high blue cast, sitting on top of the same bed.

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.

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

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.

It all started the day when my dad bought me a knife for my birthday. Well I ended up in the ER, here’s how. So we were on the way back to my mom’s house and all my siblings were playing tag, but I didn’t really want to play because I wanted to use my new knife. Then I got dragged into playing we were outside for a good two hours, but when we finally finished my step dad let me go to the back yard and cut a stick. So I was having fun for a good 5 minutes, but all of the sudden the knife slid back and cut open my hand, I knew immediately I was going to the doctor because you could see the bone and fat hanging out of my finger. So I called my mom and told her I cut my finger all she said was

Memories remain painful because we attach an emotional charge to each of them. You walk by strangers every day and you don’t store any significant memories because there isn’t an emotion attached. However, if that stranger tripped you or hit you, you would remember it because it brought pain, anger, and distress. Therefore, you will store that under the umbrella of painful and negative.

Today i will be writing about who I broke my arm. People always thought that i was active hardheaded and challenging and more active now let’s get to the story... I ask my mom if I could go play outside but she said no so i ask her why and she said because it is raining.I was kind of down so I went in my mom room and watch tv so i watch a tv show called I Carly but after 30 minutes it was over so i got bored nothing that i like was on tv so i went to see if the rain stop but before i even went check i heard thunder and saw lightning so then i knew it still was raining.

When my sister was in middle school (6th grade), she fell to the ground while she was playing with her friends during the lunch break. Her right hand started to swell and it was hurting her, but she didn’t realize that it was a bone fracture. When she got back home, I saw her swelling hand so I went ahead and applied an ice back to the injured area. By using a bandage, I was able to stabilize her hand to her neck and called 911 to seek immediate medical care. A wrist fracture was the result of the examination and the x-ray. Later on, an orthopedic doctor applied a cast on my sister’s hand and told her to keep it safe, dry, and clean. Four weeks later, the doctor removed the cast after taking another x-ray that showed the bones in their normal

Have you ever broken a bone? Have you ever bent one? Breaking bones hurts a lot, but sometimes bending, fracturing, or in some cases spraining a bone hurts a lot more. You can already guess that I have done something to some bone in my body. Let me share my experience.

Honestly , it was my first time going to the Accident and Emergency department i was scared and worried about what will happen to my wrist and how will my parents react .While my teacher was doing all the registration i sat there in state of shock . It was really a blessing having my best friend by my side comforting me and constantly telling me everything will be alright . I was then called to do some X-RAYS before consulting the doctor . My parents finally came and just right it was my turn to consult the doctor , my mother then went in together with me . The doctor was then examining my X-RAYS that i took before consulting him . My heart was beating very very fast as I am a right hander and i need my right hand to do many things . Finally the doctor spoke , he said that there was no obvious or major fractures shown in my X-RAYS but i have to put an temporary cast on my hand. He then referred me to a specialist at KK Children Bone Specialist to ensure there was no hairline fracture or any small minor fractures .

The weird part: I didn`t cry. I just remember screaming as loudly as I possibly could as my friends rushed to me and called my parents. I heard gasps, as people tried not to stare at my instantly bruised elbow turning purple and blue. As I was rushed into an ambulance, I could see the worry in my parents sorry eyes, and didn’t know what to do. Once we arrived at the intimidating hospital, with people on gearnies being rolled around all over the first floor, the doctor came to me after what felt like a year. They rolled me to a dark, secluded room where they x-rayed my elbow. I was rolled back and put on medicine that relieved the pain, and put me to sleep, which after all three doses, still barely worked.

Thursday September 25, 2015 was the day I “lost” my right arm. As it just so happens to be, my dominant arm is my right arm, so losing it made typically facile tasks extremely difficult. Although, writing was by far the most entertaining and difficult task put upon me. Of course my first day as an “amputee” left me pondering how in the world I was going to hold a pencil or even write, especially as I had an elements of literature test during second period.

I was going so fast that I lost all control of my bike and could not come to a complete stop. I flipped over the handlebars on my bike and heard my left wrist snap like a branch. It was one of the most frightful sounds that I have ever heard. I can still remember the brutal, ear wrenching sound to this day. Thankfully, my neighbors were outside and they saw me fall onto the hard, rough cement. I was in so much pain, so I laid there on the ground with gruesome scrapes and bruises thinking, “God please help me.” My face turned as red as a fire hydrant, while I balled my eyes out. As soon as I looked down at my wrist I kept telling myself “this isn’t broken, this can not be happening.” While my worried looking neighbor was walking my bike back to my house, I was slowly walking with him and Carson. Carson immediately ran into the house screaming, “HELP!” My parents came running out to see what problem existed. My neighbor made sure that my parents were aware of everything that happened and eventually left after being truly appreciated by them. I weakly walked into my house then, sat on my bed while still crying profusely. The tears of pain and fear did not stop for a long time. I kept telling my family that I wanted to go to my friend Nikki’s house because her mom is a nurse. I trusted her with my whole heart and wanted to get her perspective on my wrist. Finally, my parents drove us to Nikki’s house. Her mom, said with