Personal Narrative: The Time I Broke My Foot

The Time I Broke My Foot In 2013, when I was nine I was at my dads for father's day. It was a really nice spring- summer day we were out on the deck celebrating father's day. A lot of people where over. .After the party we had to clean up everything. Once we were done my friend and I rushed down the stairs to see who could get the swings first I was very agile. But instead of going down the stairs my flip flop got stuck in the crack of the porch and twisted backwards. It hurt so bad I felt pain shoot up my leg, right then and there I knew something wasn't right. I started to cry in despair and couldn't move my foot everything was so chaotic. My dad saw what happened and came outside and helped me into the house. I couldn't walk on it or move it. I sat down on the couch and iced it for a while until I had to go back to my moms. My dad dropped me off to my mom's house and I told her the story of what happened, but we had to go to my grandma's and grandpa's because it was father's day and my mom wanted to see my grandpa. She said once we get there to sit down and rest it. When I got to my grandpas and grandmas I sat down the whole time and iced it. My mom asked if I felt any better I said …show more content…
The doctor told me that I needed a cast and crutches for about two months and that was a little more than half the summer I was really disappointed. The doctor came in with this thing of water and dipped this rap thing into the bucket and started to wrap my foot up. At first it felt weird, but I got used to it. After that the doctor told me to stay sitting for a little bit so that way the cast could dry. About an half an hour later the nurse came in and gave me a pair of crutches. They told me I was good to go home. So I got up and tried to get used to walking on the crutches I tripped once but I was good to go home and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would