In my lifetime, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to injuries. For example I’ve been burnt a few times, had many cuts and bruises, even had my head split open but one injury that always sticks in my mind is when I almost broke my jaw. It was about 8/9 years ago and I was at a wedding, everything was going well, the day was lovely the newlyweds and their guest were happy including me until the agonising moment occurred. I was on the dance floor with my sister Kameryn and our friend Chloe, when they decided to take off their shoes and return to the floor and me being the child that I was I copied them, then they both decided to twirl, again I copied but I didn’t work out as well for me as it did for Kameryn and Chloe. I slipped and fell face first. There was a large shudder as my chin smashed off the hard, wooden ground. My chin instantly started swelling and quite a few people came over and exclaimed to my mum and I that they could feel the floor shake from each corner of the room. The pain was indescribable. Also the bruising was immensely bad, when you describe a bruise as being black and blue, that’s what it was like but much worse. …show more content…
I can still remember the pain. I was given Calpol and ibuprofen for the pain and to control the swelling. However one of the doctors explained to me that I was very lucky that I hadn’t broken my jaw because if I did I would have to wear a cage brace until the break had healed, which entails having screws in both the top of your skull and your jaw but if I had fell any harder I would have broken
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I was sitting on the edge of my bed. I did not think about the way I was sitting. My left foot was on the ground and my right foot resting on my left knee. All of sudden it happened, I dislocated my right knee, again. After almost two years since I last injured my knee, it happened again.
Some things are bad when they happen once, but what about when they happen multiple times? I can definitely relate to this, because I have broken the same two teeth four times! Am I clumsy or is it just bad luck? Maybe riding a ride I was not tall enough for, playing chicken in the pool with younger kids, or not paying attention at volleyball practice and getting hit in the face was a bad idea, as they each led to the crunch of crunches and a pain that runs from my head to my toes.
Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still
The ride to the emergency room was calm and boring, I just sat there anticipating how bad it was, hoping it would not be too bad. We finally got to the emergency room, the ride felt like forever. Rapidly, we entered the building, the doctors took me back to the room, and he laid me on a bed. The doctor came into the room and saw a bloody hole in my foot, as he stayed calm, he checked the deep cut. He found that one tendon was torn, which is a good thing, there could have been more torn tendons and muscles.
Another time I walked down our stairs, and it slipped. Six months after the first time falling, I needed surgery. Normally on a Friday morning, I would have ridden the bus to school and hung around until class started. Instead, I hopped into my mom’s suburban, and we rode to St. Gabriel’s Hospital in Little Falls.
I broke my tibia, fibula and cracked my platelet in my ankle. My mom rushed me to a hospital where we waited two hours for me to be seen. After a while my mom got frustrated and very impatient she then helped me back into the car and rushed me to children’s hospital where they wheeled me to an emergency room and put me to sleep. They began to place my bones back into place.
Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself. It all started way back in the 5th grade and all my friends and family know I love & play the game of baseball. The baseball season for the little league I play for is about to begin in about 1-2 weeks.
My ACL Tear Journey At The Hospital A quick turn on a soccer field led me to the worst experience in my life. A while back in my sophomore year I tore my ACL while I was practicing for my first soccer game of the school year. I made a quick turn without positioning my feet correctly on the ground. I thought that I broke my knee, but I never knew that after that day I would have experienced the worst day a month after on February 15th.
This particular day of P.E. requires me to face the embarrassment of another game of dodgeball. Playing with a deliberate air of absent mindedness, I end up smacking heads with one of my classmates, my jaw taking the brunt of the hit. From this day on, my life
In 4th grade we were coloring something, I don’t remember what, and I dropped my red colored pencil. It had rolled under a shelf and I decided to get it. Once I reached my hand under the shelf I had stabbed my arm on a nail sticking out. Not knowing this, I yanked my arm out and cut my arm so deep you could see the bone inside my arm. I learned that you can’t go sticking your arm in random places without checking.
Personal Narrative My freshman year of high school, during basketball season, I injured my knee while playing in a home game versus Paola. I ended up tearing my acl and meniscus in my right knee, resulting in a surgery and a lot of therapy. I loved playing basketball and it was my favorite sport, but ever since I injured myself I haven’t felt the same way about the sport.
While I was stabbing at a little stub on my stick my hand slipped and the knife plunged into my leg. I screamed out in pain and fear. I yanked the knife out and threw it onto the ground. Tears started to run down my face and onto my shirt. My cousin
I never would have thought that a nice family bike ride during the summer with the new dog would have turned into a nightmare of hospitals, ambulances, and major surgeries. The day that I broke my arm was the most shocking and traumatic day of my life and still incredibly affects to this day in many ways. It was the summer of 2010. I had just turned seven, and gotten a new puppy for my birthday. My mom, dad, the dog and I were all on our first family bike ride all together.