Stressful Decisions

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

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

It was a cool saturday morning in february, as I was violently woken up by my alarm clock. I rose out of my bed, and started preparing for my championship hockey game later that day. I got up out of bed and refreshed myself as I stretched. I grabbed my dress shirt and my dress pants and went to my parents room to iron my clothes. Not knowing that the iron was already on and hot, I picked up the iron. The iron fell on my foot, and I frantically grabbed it off the floor. I hoped that it wouldn’t start a fire. My foot was burning with pain. I knew in my head that today was going to be a struggle. Unfortunately, it had to be on the same day of my league championship game.

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

One day I was exercising and I went for a light jogging and I stepped on the outside of my foot and felt a pop and warm sensation. I did not think much of it and it kept hurting on each stride. I had the tough guy ignorance in me and continued to exercise which I think made it worse. I got home with my adrenaline drained and my pain skyrocketed, I could barely withstand the my own bodyweight. I woke up the next morning and my foot looked like a white T-shirt stained with grape juice, swollen imitating a potato. I was in pain limping from my room to the restroom and kitchen. I couldn’t even more my pinky toe, it was not pleasant not being able to even put on my sock. The only bright side was not being able to squat and run until death, which I hated.

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

It all started in seventh grade. I was in p.e. And we were playing Dodgeball. This was normal because that was what we usually played. That day was different, I went to throw a ball and managed to tear my kneecap off. When I threw it, I went to turn, but my foot stayed still and my knee popped nine times and I fell to the ground. I didn’t think anything of it because my knees will randomly pop. I got back up and walked away like nothing happened because I am used to my knee popping. But I only took about five steps before it started to hurt. I must not have noticed it because of the adrenaline that was in me from the game. Mr.Hookfin noticed and helped me to the nurse's office. I limped there because I couldn’t put any pressure on it without it wincing from the pain. It all happened before 10:00a.m. and my dad didn’t get there until noon because he was in school. He got me a doctors appointment for 3:00 p.m. because it was really swollen. When we got there they were not sure why it was so bad, so they gave me painkillers and I had to go for an M.R.I. scan the next day. Later we found out that I tore my kneecap off and had to get surgery to put it back in place. I went in for surgery two days after that. The surgery itself only took a few hours, but rehab to get it to work normally again was torture. Everyday for two hours I had to go in and work on my leg. It started of simple, but once I started to get

When I was in eighth grade I sprained my right ankle over spring break.I was at my grandma’s celebrating Easter and was playing with my cousins. I ran to grab a ball that had been kicked out of the area we were playing in and as I was running, my foot got caught in a hole and I tripped and fell. I tried to get up, but as soon as I put weight on my ankle, I fell back down. My cousin,Payton, and my younger sister, Tosha, had to help me get on our fourwheeler and drive me back to my grandma’s. They helped me get into the house and onto the couch. Then my dad and my grandma had me put ice packs on my ankle and had me try to stand on

I fell to the ground in excruciating pain. Thoughts rushed through my head. My shoes weren’t tight enough! My ankle is broken. I’ll never walk again!

This is the story on how I scarred my knee. Let me set the scene. It was a warm, sunny afternoon. My siblings and I were getting off the bus at our usual time. As we were walking up the hill, one of my siblings had said to me, “Bet you can’t catch me!” with a sly look on their face. And being the competitive person I am, I ran after them. When the hill became steeper, it became harder to run up the hill. As we were running up the hill I stepped on my sister’s shoe and it caught onto my flip flop. That’s when everything started to go wrong.

I change back into my pj’s and eat so toast. I put ice on my ankle and laid in my bed. When mom walked in she saw my foot and made me let her take me to the hospital even though we don’t have the money. When I got to the hospital and they x-ray it. Waiting for hours for the result. It was broken and the worst part is when people ask how I have to say I fell turning in a test.

My face pressed into the cold soggy grass. Tears rolled down my cheeks as a sharp pain shot up my leg. All I could think about was this pain. I drew my breath in and out slowly, thinking the pain would subside. It eventually did, but I was motionless. What was wrong with my leg? I slowly gathered myself to stand up. My whole soccer team looked at me, stunned, no longer worrying about the ball at their feet. I whimpered, “I’ll walk it off.” Little did I know this injury would land me straight into the surgery room along with attending a new school my senior year.

In fourth grade, I woke up to a sharp pain shooting up my foot impairing my ability to walk. After visiting the pediatrician, the diagnosis provided was a minor sprained tendon. After about one month on crutches, my foot slowly regained normality, and I was able to walk again. The doctor was unable to trace the source of the sprain, but she assured me that my foot was permanently healed.

I was walking back from lunch with my friend Matt, we were telling each other jokes about dead babies. I looked over and saw my little brother, I turned to Matt and said “watch this” then I ran up to my brother and tried to do a jumping high five. He didn’t think I was trying to high five him he thought I was trying to hit him. Out of instinct he pushed me away and I fell backwards, I landed and pivoted on the ball of my left foot. I thought I had gotten away safe and clear, I went to take a step and BAM! I had been tripped by my own untied shoelace, betrayed by my own apparel. I fell backwards and expected to hit lockers, unfortunately it wasn’t lockers or even a door. I had crashed into the glass display case, oh the utter humility. I hit the ground and leaned up on one arm, I was fine, not a scratch. Mrs. Wright come running up in total mom mode “ Oh my God, are you alright, AHH, don’t move!”.

It was the beginning of June, I had just gotten out of school for summer break and I started to work all the time. My mom didn’t feel good for the past couple of days and she had told me she believed it was just a cold. As June 12th came around I knew something was wrong when in the early morning around six o’clock, my aunt ran into my room and frantically yelled, “Your mom needs you now!” Anxiousness overcame me because I knew she wasn’t feeling the best lately. I ran as fast as I could to my mom’s room and saw her in complete distress. I asked her what was wrong and she told me her leg, as I looked down not just her leg, but her foot too was swollen three times the normal size. Looking at her in so much pain she told me, barely above a whisper “I called your brother, he will be here soon.” At that moment, she was not going to be stubborn