its gonna be a long week
I will not be able to make it to school for the rest of the week.
I was doing my backhand spring and I did it by myself the first time and then I went to do it for the last time and my arm broke. Not just a fracture it was in the middle of my wrist and elbow. And it was bend in a L shape I couldn’t hold it up it was at a right angel. So they called the ambulance and they came and got me, I never knew I wanted my mom so bad when she wasn’t there all I could think about was my mom. I didn’t go into shock or anything, I kept myself from it. I was perfectly calm and I was breathing deep and trying not to think about it. When I got to the hospital they put me in a room where the doctor came into look at it and they took x rays. I could see everyone’s face as they looked at the middle of the lower part of my arm. They looked like they where going to puke. They got the x ray back and they told me that both bones in my arm had split in half and I was lucky it didn’t pop out threw my skin. They then told me I need surgery on it. I get to go there and get it on Monday, I’m getting surgery for once In my life. I’m so scared, but I didn’t shed a tear the whole time, everyone looked at me like I was crazy, but I knew I couldn’t break down, it wouldn’t help the situation. I have all these mixed emotions right now and I’m sitting here typing with one hand. I cant do DC cup or cheerleading anymore till probably a year. In all my family they said it was the worst broken anything anyone had gotten threw out our family, and our family had gotten pretty bad injuries. Then they needed to straighten my arm out so they gave me pain killers and I don’t care medicine but they said I would still be able to feel them pop it into place and I might scream but the medicine would make it so I didn’t care much about it. He said a half hour after they popped it into place that I would forget it happened but I still remember .they had to give me so much painkillers , they thought that since I was so small that I couldn’t handle all of it. but I ended up taking as much as my step dad would of took. By time they let me leave I was filled with so much medicine that my mom and the doctors thought I wouldn’t be able to walk. But I still could.
I was doing my backhand spring and I did it by myself the first time and then I went to do it for the last time and my arm broke. Not just a fracture it was in the middle of my wrist and elbow. And it was bend in a L shape I couldn’t hold it up it was at a right angel. So they called the ambulance and they came and got me, I never knew I wanted my mom so bad when she wasn’t there all I could think about was my mom. I didn’t go into shock or anything, I kept myself from it. I was perfectly calm and I was breathing deep and trying not to think about it. When I got to the hospital they put me in a room where the doctor came into look at it and they took x rays. I could see everyone’s face as they looked at the middle of the lower part of my arm. They looked like they where going to puke. They got the x ray back and they told me that both bones in my arm had split in half and I was lucky it didn’t pop out threw my skin. They then told me I need surgery on it. I get to go there and get it on Monday, I’m getting surgery for once In my life. I’m so scared, but I didn’t shed a tear the whole time, everyone looked at me like I was crazy, but I knew I couldn’t break down, it wouldn’t help the situation. I have all these mixed emotions right now and I’m sitting here typing with one hand. I cant do DC cup or cheerleading anymore till probably a year. In all my family they said it was the worst broken anything anyone had gotten threw out our family, and our family had gotten pretty bad injuries. Then they needed to straighten my arm out so they gave me pain killers and I don’t care medicine but they said I would still be able to feel them pop it into place and I might scream but the medicine would make it so I didn’t care much about it. He said a half hour after they popped it into place that I would forget it happened but I still remember .they had to give me so much painkillers , they thought that since I was so small that I couldn’t handle all of it. but I ended up taking as much as my step dad would of took. By time they let me leave I was filled with so much medicine that my mom and the doctors thought I wouldn’t be able to walk. But I still could.