fractured my right leg in kindergarten by taking a turn into my friend's blacktop driveway too fast--bike slid out from under me and leg got bent under the framework. my mom ran over after i started screaming and carried me home. she thought it was a bruise and i was over-reacting even though i kept telling her it was broken, so i sat around for an hour, screaming my head off. she put me in the garage because i was so noisy. she calls my dad...he comes home from a golf game...looks at my leg...tells me to stop being a baby...goes back to the golf course. one hour after the spill, she finally takes me to the urgent care center. they x-ray...confirm fracture...wrap it up tight...mom drives me to the hospital. doctor/family-friend does the cast...has to set the leg...it hurts...i punch him...he finishes...i come home. the next day, mom makes me write an apology note. i write it and say something like "dear dr. sadamii, i'm sorry i punched you in the back. but my leg really hurt....." was in a full leg cast for about 6 weeks, then got a smaller local cast on the fracture for another few weeks, and got the cast off on the last day of kindergarten.
in about third grade (i think), i was riding really fast again, took a corner, didn't see the pothole, flew over the handlebars, landing on my right arm, mess up something in there. this time my parents aren't taking any chances. we go to the urgent care center...x-ray...nothing broken, just a very very bad sprain. had to have a sling and splint for a couple weeks.
keeping my fingers crossed--don't really feel like being roadkill
in about third grade (i think), i was riding really fast again, took a corner, didn't see the pothole, flew over the handlebars, landing on my right arm, mess up something in there. this time my parents aren't taking any chances. we go to the urgent care center...x-ray...nothing broken, just a very very bad sprain. had to have a sling and splint for a couple weeks.
keeping my fingers crossed--don't really feel like being roadkill