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

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

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

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

On the date of injury, I, along with two other co-workers had lifted and moved a 275 pound “node” to the floor. I was boxing the node in a squatting position, when I went to stand up I felt a break in my foot. I broke my 5th metatarsal.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

Later that week, I had my MRI and scheduled an appointment to come in and look at the results. When we went back in, my doctor looked very upset. He said that I had somehow run so much and so hard, that I had gotten a stress fracture on my femur, the strongest bone in the body. He said that I would have to be on crutches for a minimum of eight weeks, and I would miss the entire cross country season. I was very upset, but I knew that I was still a part of the team and still had to come to practice everyday and cheer everyone else on. The worst part was that I was stuck on crutches for my entire summer, and the way I was used to

By 9 o'clock the next day, which is 36 hours from when the nail went through my boot, I was being rushed into a cold room to have people cut my foot open and clean it out. Each and every time a needle was going to be put into me I got really nervous and scared. But if I would be around them and sticking them into cattle I'd have no problem. Then came the the blood testing which was what I thought was the one of the worst thing that happened to me. Then the ive had to be put in which wasn’t that bad at first but when that first drop of medication hits, I jumped because it was so cold. Then came the time for surgery and in no time I was getting pushed out of the hospital on a wheelchair. After that I've seen the doctor one more time and that was for removing the

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.

I was sweating bullets. My face was red hot and I was shaking I was so nervous. It was my first day of school at my brand new school. We had recently bought a home in Michigan where as we used to live in Florida. I was a straight A student, but was very shy. I just couldn 't stand the thought of walking into a school full of kids I did not know.