Inspired by the thread If I jumped from the second story window of this apartment what would happen to me ?
Have you ever broken any bones? If so, which bone(s) and how?
When i was 7 a friend and i were playing in the fields, he dived to jump on my back, i went down, put my arms out to prevent hitting the ground face first. Snap, the elbow joint of my left arm snapped and collapsed rolling me over a little to land on, you guessed it, my face.
My friend ran off, i thought, "coward, I'll get you later". I headed back to our house cradling my T shaped arm with my good hand.
My friend must have broken all speed records, half way home i was met my a delegation of my family and his. His mom said, "it looks like it's broken", that's when i began to cry.
Dad rushed me to hospital, the break was so bad that there was no surgeon who could put it back together in working condition so they flew a surgeon from London's Great Ormond Street hospital. Who did a wonderful job using a silver pin to hold the joint together.
An interesting side note. Later that year my family holidayed in Bulgaria, first time abroad for any of us. Sofia airport was part military, part civilian and patrolled by armed soldiers. They had recently had metal detectors installed. As i passed through one all hell let loose. Let me tell you, a timid (really) 7 year old can get pretty spooked at the sound of 6 Kalashnikovs being cocked and pointed at her. Definite rubber underpants time. Luckily my new passport mentioned the pin, a hand scanned confirmed it.
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And I've broken my nose playing rugby but that's just cartage so i won't go into it.
Have you ever broken any bones? If so, which bone(s) and how?
When i was 7 a friend and i were playing in the fields, he dived to jump on my back, i went down, put my arms out to prevent hitting the ground face first. Snap, the elbow joint of my left arm snapped and collapsed rolling me over a little to land on, you guessed it, my face.
My friend ran off, i thought, "coward, I'll get you later". I headed back to our house cradling my T shaped arm with my good hand.
My friend must have broken all speed records, half way home i was met my a delegation of my family and his. His mom said, "it looks like it's broken", that's when i began to cry.
Dad rushed me to hospital, the break was so bad that there was no surgeon who could put it back together in working condition so they flew a surgeon from London's Great Ormond Street hospital. Who did a wonderful job using a silver pin to hold the joint together.
An interesting side note. Later that year my family holidayed in Bulgaria, first time abroad for any of us. Sofia airport was part military, part civilian and patrolled by armed soldiers. They had recently had metal detectors installed. As i passed through one all hell let loose. Let me tell you, a timid (really) 7 year old can get pretty spooked at the sound of 6 Kalashnikovs being cocked and pointed at her. Definite rubber underpants time. Luckily my new passport mentioned the pin, a hand scanned confirmed it.
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And I've broken my nose playing rugby but that's just cartage so i won't go into it.
