jesus dont want me for a sunbeam;
+ I went home on Wednesday and procedded to revel in it and ignore livejournal :/ I resolve to be better, more posts and comments and so forth and I hope everything's lovely, I love you all really <3
+ Despite that, I have nothing of interest to report, life is oh so very boring, excepting of course the fantabulous chocolate chip cookies I made this ( Read more... )
My most epic breakage was definitely the first major one, when I was four; my dad was teaching me how to ride my first bicycle. We lived on a cul-de-sac, and so while I was going around the circle, four-year-old-Kate turned around to wave at her dad. I crashed into the curb, flew off, and completely shattered my helmet. Other than that, though, everything seemed fine, no bruises, no cuts, not even a scrape, and I wasn't crying. A few hours later, though, I still wouldn't let my parents touch my arm, so they took me in to see my pediatrician about the sprain.
She looked at it, told my parents it was probably fine, but an x-ray was SOP so they might as well check it out. Turns out that not only had I dislocated both my shoulder and my elbow, I'd completely shattered my radius and splintered my ulna (forearm bones). They ran me over to the ER, where we got to talk to police officers about how I'd destroyed my arm without any outward signs. My parents were looking at serious trouble until I opened my big mouth and told them it was all my dad's fault... because he should have known better than to be behind me. :)
Since then, I've broken my right arm two more times, although not quite as badly. That's always the worst because I'm right-handed, although being on crutches isn't fun either (once because I broke my fibula sliding into home, once because I broke all my tarsals (foot bones) doing... something, we're not sure what). We've had my bone density checked and it's normal, so I'm just really extraordinarily klutzy.
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