This story begins on a hot, summer Sunday on a neighborhood playground in Ponte Vedra Beach Florida when I was a kindergartener. The playground had one item that I liked the most which was a thing that you would hold onto then someone would push you across ten feet while your feet were hanging down. My dad came up to push me and might have pushed me a little too hard. When I got to the end of the line there was a rubber block that stops you very abruptly. Due to inertia, I was flung off of the handle over the rail, then did some crazy acrobatics in the air, Finally I landed right on top of my left wrist. According to my dad, my wrist bone was poking through my skin so there was a little bulge. I was taken to a hospital that was for adults
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First he put a pad on my lap and torso then grabbed a saw to cut the cast off. This was the first time I saw the pins and I do not know how I did not pass out just looking at them. Today I think I would have. The doctor pulled out a huge pair of vise grips and I suddenly was scared as I knew these two foreign objects were coming out and it was not going to be pretty. He latched onto one pulled until it game out of my wrist and through my skin. The blood poured everywhere and if it was not for the pad it would have been on my clothes too. It hurt so bad and I could not take another one, but I had to. The doctor pulled it out and I was done. He gave me a short cast for another three months then I went back for a removable cast for the next month and this almost year long ordeal was over, but the scar was not. This scar from the two pins is distinct and will forever be a memory of this accident.
Although this injury was seemingly terrible, it had some upsides to it. For one, friends thought I was cool and tough and my parents did almost everything I wanted. It also taught me which hand was my left and which my right. Throughout this I tried to make the best of the situation that I was in, even though there were some twists and turns. This is a quality that I strive for today and one that I was taught when I was young. The scar on my wrist is something that taught me a lesson and
First he put a pad on my lap and torso then grabbed a saw to cut the cast off. This was the first time I saw the pins and I do not know how I did not pass out just looking at them. Today I think I would have. The doctor pulled out a huge pair of vise grips and I suddenly was scared as I knew these two foreign objects were coming out and it was not going to be pretty. He latched onto one pulled until it game out of my wrist and through my skin. The blood poured everywhere and if it was not for the pad it would have been on my clothes too. It hurt so bad and I could not take another one, but I had to. The doctor pulled it out and I was done. He gave me a short cast for another three months then I went back for a removable cast for the next month and this almost year long ordeal was over, but the scar was not. This scar from the two pins is distinct and will forever be a memory of this accident.
Although this injury was seemingly terrible, it had some upsides to it. For one, friends thought I was cool and tough and my parents did almost everything I wanted. It also taught me which hand was my left and which my right. Throughout this I tried to make the best of the situation that I was in, even though there were some twists and turns. This is a quality that I strive for today and one that I was taught when I was young. The scar on my wrist is something that taught me a lesson and