Personal Narrative: Fifth Metatarsal Fracture

After wait for a few minutes they called my name and we walked me down the hall and to the X-Ray room. They made me take off my boot and stand on this weird X-Ray and I had to set my foot on this weird square. I was really scared because I didn't want it to be broke again or worse. They took me back into the waiting room when the doctor came in and had the X-Rays. He said the my foot

On average, over 6 million people break bones each year in the United States; most of these cases will heal without problems. On August 11 of 2007 I was one of those 6 million people. It was just a normal day, summer was starting to wind down as school was about to begin. I was at a play day rodeo in Dupree for the better part of the day, I won $10 for being the champion of the ribbon jerking event. I was so happy to have received that money! My grandparents decided to have supper at their house for me and we went on our way to go visit them.

The most vivid injury in my mind is one that still shows today on my right ankle.

I am walking off the school bus after an amazing friday at school like most fridays usually are. I can’t stop thinking about the party at my friends house tonight. I get ready for the party as fast as possible. We are just about ready to walk out the door and my mom asks me to run upstairs and grab something for her. So I run right upstairs full of excitement and on my way back down the stairs I trip on the third stair from the bottom and land on the floor. All of a sudden I feel this sharp pain in my foot. It has happened before so I just get up and say “ow” and figure the pain in my foot would go away in a couple of minutes. At my friends house I try my best to play the games and act like nothing's wrong, but I still have this thought in the back of my head that my foot hurts. After the party, I get back home and realize that my foot still hurts. Soon enough I am at the doctors and I see my x-ray. I have a stress fracture in my foot. That meant no basketball, no running around, and little activity. This is the first time I have broken a bone and it takes me a while to used to the boot, the crutches and the new lifestyle. Overcoming my

I hopped in the skid loader and went around back and put the bucket back on it, while my mom and sister hopped in the Kawasaki gator. We went to the field that it broke in and scooped a bucket load into the back of the gator then drove it back to a spot in the horse pen so they could have food. We did this five or so times, then scooped one more load into the gator, and put the rest in the skid loader. By that time that spot was full so we were putting it into a much smaller spot that I directed my sister into. Next she dumped the hay. As she was backing up, she shook the bucket one more time pointing it straight down. At that time the 500 lb bucket jumped off the skid loader and fell plummeting towards the ground. Leaving a 4 inch indent in the ground, then falling back on my foot. Luckily it bounced back off my foot rather than staying on and us having to lift it off. My sister jumped out of the skid loader and questioned, “Are you ok?” I managed to blurt out, “Go get mom.” She ran up and got mom while I rolled around on the ground in pain. Mom and my sister came down in the car to pick me up and put me in the backseat. They took me up to the house to look at my foot (my mom was an occupational therapist), and we decided to go to the E.R. in Mason City. They gave me some crutches and we took

Micro fractures was not something I had ever heard of, let alone spent one-second thinking about until the surgeon entered the office at Hospital For Special Surgery and delivered the news to my parents and I. When the doctor uttered Micro fractures and Percutaneous Achilles Tendon Lengthening, I didn't know what to think or feel. I knew deep down that this was the reason why I couldn't go outside and play soccer with the other kids or go on the playground at recess and had to be cooped up in the house for 10 years. I did not want do the surgery because I was frightened, but I realized I have never given up and persevered through the hardest, and critical challenge of my life and that I can overcome anything I put my mind to. After the surgery, I was in a wheelchair for 8 months but I learned the valuable lesson of empathy and that everyone is different and that it is okay. Some differences you can see more than others and that all of these differences should be accepted and

I became a National Champion performing on a fractured pelvic bone and a reattached hamstring; it sounds very reckless of me but hear me out. I was a part of a competitive cheerleading team my freshman year and was - or still my favorite sport.

To start off our morning my mom and I drove to the Twin Cities to a medical facility (TRIA). This is where my procedure would be held. The surgery was on my right ankle to remove an extra bone. The hope was to get me back into sports. Going into the day, November 2 to be exact, I had high hopes of coming out with my problems solved and only a scar in there place.

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

So I got up and slowly tried to put weight on it but just the littlest amount of pressure was to much. So off we went to the hospital in Winchester. When we got there my mom went and got me a wheelchair so I wasn’t hopping into the hospital. When we got to my hospital room the nurse was asking if I wanted any drugs to help with the pain and I said, “ No it doesn’t hurt.” After a while they came and got me for my x-rays and the nurse wheeled me into this dark room, and there it was the x-ray machine with a metal table under it for me to sit on. The nurse helped me on to the table and the nurse adjusted my foot for the x-rays. After the x-rays she helped me back on to the wheelchair and wheeled me back to my hospital room and then helped me on the bed to wait for the results. It was probably ten to twenty minutes my parents and I waited. Finally the doctor walked in and told us that I had three broken bones in my foot, and in my head my head I thought to myself, there goes my

On a Tuesday afternoon I decided to take the golf cart out for a spin while my mom was home for lunch. Having a great time wind through my hair and listening to music then seeing my life flash before my eyes I go rolling out of the golf cart and on to the cement. I hit a curb and the golf cart goes rolling over and over again finally landing on my left ankle. I was stuck underneath the golf cart and could not get it off me while I'm trying not to get battery acid on me. Thankfully a cable van drove and he jumped out of the van and came got the cart off my ankle. I pulled my sock down to look at my ankle and all you see is a puddle of blood and bone. It was like someone took an ice cream scooper and took a chunk of my skin out. The cable guy called for an ambulance, the time they got there I couldn't feel my ankle anymore. All of the nerves were gone and it was numb. Someone got in touch with my mom and she rushed to the wreck in total shock and didn’t know what to say. Then the paramedics finally got there and they thought it would just be a

A few years ago I was demoing a kitchen, and I decided it would be a great idea to kick down what was left of a wall. All was well for a few days, until I was suddenly struck with a debilitating pain in my leg. Deciding it was probably muscle pain I tried to treat it ice packs instead of going to a doctor. I ended up with some of the worst pain I have ever experienced for almost an entire week. After almost half of a month of this I finally relented to going to see an orthopedist, a doctor specializing problems involving bones. The doctor put me in a giant machine called an MRI for almost an hour, just to get a full image of my leg. Not only did the scan cost a lot of money it found a strange haze around my femur. The doctor

My personal hardship originated during my senior-year high school soccer game. The ball was crossed towards me and I jumped to head the ball into the goal. As I landed, I had never felt so vulnerable. Pop! My left knee shifted out its place. I screamed and crouched my knee towards me as the pain festered. Tears streamed down my face, realizing that my athletic career could be over.

On the first weekend in october dad and me were tearing down an old shed. On such a beautiful day. You didn’t have to bundle up for the cold. Then when dad wanted to work on the top side of the building and the only way to do that was to get off the ground at least seven feet. So I when to go get the skid steer and lifted him off the ground and I went to go tear off the siding on the far side of the shed. When I had to move him I had to walk around the other side of the building and climb in the skid loader and move it. Did it a couple time. Then when I was walking on a two by six and there was a nail sticking up and went right through my rubber boot, my sock, and then into my left foot. After noticing that it was there i lifted my foot and took my boot and sock off within a couple seconds. It had started to bleed and dad told me to let it bleed. Now we are all worried of the last time I got my tetanus shot.

When I went to the doctors, they told me that I had a stress fracture and that it would take about six weeks for my foot to heal. The state meet was only five weeks away, but I was determined to heal quickly to help my team win a trophy. The next day, I went to the pool and aqua jogged to keep up my fitness. I did this six days a week to stay in the best shape I possibly could. I would wake up at 4:30 in the morning and work out at the pool for ninety minutes before I went to school. Along with going to the pool every morning, I worked with a physical therapist twice a week to receive treatment on my foot to help manage the pain.