Monday, November 14, 2011

I want to write about # 87

#87 write about a time you broke a bone

It was November of  5th grade cold but not freezing. I was outside rollerblading on the driveway, my dad was sitting on the steps. I was having so much fun that is probably why I didn't notice the rock. That's when I fell to the ground right on my wrist. I started to cry and cry. My dad ran towards me and scooped me up and rushed me inside the house. He put me on the island in the middle of the kitchen. I sat there crying. My dad was feeling my wrist he didn't think anything was wrong with it. So he wrapped a bandage over it. That night I was laying on my bed. Somehow in the middle of the night I fell off the bed. I woke up with my wrist bruised and all weird looking. I went up to my parents and my mom immediately took me to my pediatrician.My doctor sent me to some bone and joint place and I got an x-ray. That's when they told me. My left wrist was broken. They then took me to this back room and put a white cloth over my wrist and then white gauze. Then they asked what color cast I wanted. I said red cause it was the school color. They started to wrap my wrist. I went to school afterward and everybody wanted to sign my cast. I had my cast on for 3 months. I then got my cast off. Now my wrist is fine.

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