Kaazul Work: Poems/Scripts/Short Stories

Broken Bones

Throughout my years of being a child I've always been aware that I was on the more clumsy side. Especially when it came with physical activity. When I was in about sixth grade this really showed. However, I wouldn't let people know that. Leading up to that sunny day I had previous broken, fractured, or split three bones. My skull splitting at three, fractured wrist at six, and fractured, near broeken, elbow at eight. All incidents I had not really thought about much, especially as a kid. Most of these breaks due to my young age hadn't made much of an impact in my life, I would just rebound good as new in a couple of weeks in the end anyway. Nothing to bounding. The only actual scare thing was second grade. I remember this clearly as my mom didn't believe I had actually broke anything. We waited three days till I had finally complained my way to the hospital, this is where we found out about the fracture.

Even with all of my broken bones, the top two would either have to be in sixth grade or fourth grade. If I would have broken them any later my doctor believed it would have been ten times more difficult to recover from. This was not the case although. Now that I look back upon all these bone stories I think my worst experience was in sixth grade. This was my first and only compression break so far. A compression break can be simply I described as the bone being pushed into a compacte way. When I initially broke the bones, I knew there was something wrong, however, I could never imagine the actual damage I had done.

This all occurred on the bright sunny day a few weeks before my first ever track meet. I would be running 200m hurdles, 100m sprint, long jump, and shot put. Now I wasn't a very good thrower so shot put was really a filler event in between running and long jump. This didn't diminish my excitement for my events. I had a second hour gym class, so well before the heat of the day would kick in. Perfect for practicing the hurdles on the pavement. We were well into our third week of actually practicing. We had just finished stretching, only to move onto our warm up exercise. This many consisted of sprinting across the gym, lunges, kariokies, skipping, skipping backwards, and spider mans. All simple warm up exercises we had been doing most every day. Little did I know towards the end of the set I would make a mistake that would take me out of my events.

In the middle of skipping backwards I had pulled in front of everyone else making it to the end before them. No one could have guessed upon reaching the end of our gym my feet would become jumbled. In a few moments I would be falling. Not forward, oh no that would be to simple, I was going to fall flat on my back. In split second reactions I had stuck my arms out behind my back to brace myself for the fall. The bones in my arm had taken the full impact and my body weight all in one go. Now must kids would have started balling due to the aggressive pain surging through there nervous system, however I have had the mentality of tears are for your pillow at night sense about fifth grade. Therefore I had absolutely no time to cry, nore did I have time to show others the pain I was in. After watching my tumble to the ground, the on staff nurse for track practice had come up to me asking if I was alright, and me, being the wonderful human being I am, I smiled, nodded and told her everything was fine. For the remaining school hours I continued with my day, babying my injured arm, but still completing tasks with it.

In the end I went home and informed my mother that I may have broken my arm. She only sighed and told me she'd make an appointment for the morning. The rest of the night was fairly normal and I just wound up going to bed. The Next morning however was a destore. I attempted to lift my light weight blanket up only to crumple over in pain. This is the exact moment I knew I had truly broken it. Getting dressed and heading to the living room I waited till we left. Having the x-rays done was horrid like usual. As my wrist throbbed in pain and they finished turning it in awful positions we waited for the news. Due to the nature of the break it took three different doctor to inform us of the problem. My arm was fairly swollen, so I'd need to wait for a cast.