Jan 2, 2013

Exercising gone wrong

       When I was in second grade I was staying at my aunt's house for the week. My parents went to Mexico for their anniversary, so my sister and I stayed with them. My cousins and I were very close at the time, always playing around on the trampoline or playing tag, or just laughing and singing. We did everything together. One day, we decided to play around with this giant exercise ball. I'm talking giant, it was 3 times my size. We would take turns running towards it and rolling off. It was so fun. Until I slipped. I felt this sharp, intense pain in my right arm. I wasn't sure what happened. I started crying and calling for my aunt to come help, but there wasn't much she could do. She felt really bad, but she didn't have any of the doctors information so she just gave me a pack of ice.
      When my parents came home from their trip, they weren't pleased to find how my arm was. They immediately scheduled a doctors appointment for the next day. My aunt thought I had just sprained it really bad, but the next day we found out it was much, much worse.
      I had to go into this room and put a really heavy lead blanket on, they were going to take my x-ray. It was so scary, but really cool at the same time. I was shocked to find that my arm was fractured in four places. I was wondering, "How could I do that playing with a ball!?" The doctor laughed and told me, "You'd be surprised, it doesn't take much to injure yourself when you're young. You need to be more careful."
      They put a bright orange cast on (my favorite color at the time) my arm. I had to admit, I felt really cool. The first person to sign my cast was my cousin, she wrote "I'm sorry -Rachel" on the top really big, with the E in Rachel backwards. I hugged her and told her it wasn't her fault.


      I don't know why, but that's the only significant memory from around 2nd grade that I can recall. Maybe because it was very painful for me then, maybe because it still hurts now, or maybe it was because that was the last time I saw my cousin before she moved to Arizona. Either way, when I think about it, I just look down at my right arm and smile.