Swerving at high speed, then suddenly CRASH! I felt my arm go crack.
I had just been biking home from my friends house, I was swerving back and forth on the road because I was playing around. I also did no hands because I was tired. I got to a place where jumps had been built and dirt was out on the road. As I swerved even more on the dirt, suddenly my tire and my bike came right out from under me. I fell off my bike and skidded all the way to the end of the road.
I sat up and looked to see what injuries I had gotten. I had road rash all over my elbow and I also had road rash on my

Broken Wrist
right knee. Scratches were all over my knuckles and blood was coming out slower than I expected.
I stood up which wasn’t that hard but it sent a jolt of pain through my left wrist. I picked up my bike and I got on. As soon as my left hand gripped around the handle, I screamed out in pain. I tried again but got the same result. I decided to walk my bike out to the other road. As I got there, I remembered that I had the cellphone with me so I decided to call my mom.
She got there and with a little bit of trouble got my bike in the back of her car. I got in and she took me home.
As I got home my mom made go take a bath to clean out all the scratches. When I did it mom said that I didn’t do a good job at cleaning wounds. So when she did it, she took the washcloth, and put soap on it, she started cleaning. This time it hurt so much. The pain was almost as bad as having a dog bite cleaned out, with somebody sticking cotton in holes on your legs.
After the most painful bath ever, I went to watch TV while I iced my left arm. (That’s the one that I hurt.) My dad who had been a volunteer firefighter tried moving my wrist and I told where it hurts. He ended up saying, “I think it’s broken or fractured.”
We went to the hospital, but we ended going through the wrong door.(That was dads fault, not mine.) He rang the bell at the desk and somebody said, “Just a minute.” About half a minute later my dad said, “Somebody could be dying out hear!”
“Just a minute sir.” she replied.
“Is paper work more important then people?’ he said to her.
“Okay sir whats the problem?”
“My son fell off his…”
“Take him Emergency.”
“Thanks, and I’ll be writing a complaint!”
We ran and walked to the other side of the hospital were we filled out the forms, got a arm band for me, and then we went to the waiting area. I pulled out the book that I had brought. I don’t know how long we waited but it seemed like quite a while. A nurse finally came to direct us to the x-ray room.
The women who worked in there sat me down on a chair and put a lead shield over me. Then she positioned my arm so she could get an e-ray of the top of my arm. Then she turned it a little more to get another x-ray. When it was the final x-ray she turned my wrist so far that moaned and told her that it hurt way to much. I finally sucked it up after a few words and she took the picture.
She walked over to remove the shield and then took me and my ada to see the x-rays. The moment I saw one I knew I would have to get a cast. I even asked her if I would and she said “Probably, but I’m not a doctor and I think you only fractured your arm because there is some bone left.
I then got directed to a room where the doctor would come in to put the cast on. It turned out to be the dad of a girl I know at school.
He started putting the cast on by putting a role of cotton on my arm. Then he wrapped this kind of cast they call a fiberclass cast. Then he stuck his hand in water and rubbed it all over the cast. He told me hold my hand in a sertain position for five minutes.
After five minutes he came back and said I could go and that I would be keeping the cast on for 4-6 weeks.
This cast totally made a problem. I missed the track and field, I took for ever to do something, I even hurt a couple of people with it during the summer. The worst part of having a cast is that I couldn’t run without pain and I wasn’t allowed to swim.
Have you ever broken a bone before?