Alli Stanley
Broken Bones
Young girl breaks her arm on Halloween.
“Maybe you shouldn’t wear those shoes,” my mom told me. I probably should have listened to her. These shoes went with my Eskimo costume. They didn’t have grips on the bottom of them which made it very easy to slip.
When I was nine years old, my brother had a Halloween party at his school and it was my favorite thing to attend because they had the cakewalk. The cakewalk is a game where you walk around a circle with numbers on the floor. When the music stops you land on a number and if your number gets drawn out of a hat you get a slip to win the cake.
My number was picked out of the hat! I was so excited, I rubbed it in my sibling’s faces. I told them they sucked! I ran out the door with the slip in my hand and went down the stairs.
As I was running down the stairs, I skipped a step and in a second I was tumbling down the stairs. I felt something tear and looked at my arm. My wrist bone was sticking out of the skin, an open fracture. I was so in shock I wasn’t crying, I was just staring into space. I lie there for a couple minutes, which felt like a million years, until someone came into the stairwell. Blood was everywhere.
When someone finally came in, they picked me up and went to find my dad. When they did, my dad took me to the car and it took five minutes for them to buckle me into the seat belt because they didn’t want to touch my arm.
We got to the emergency room, they took me in and x-rayed my arm, which was the worst part. They had to move around my arm and at this point I was in tears. They finally took me to the operating room and I remember that they couldn’t find a vein to stick the I.V in. Needles are my biggest fear. I wasn’t even scared, because I just wanted to fall asleep and stop feeling pain.
When I woke up a huge cast was on my arm and there was blood all over my costume. I remember that it felt like I had slept for 30 years! It was the best nap I had ever taken, that’s what it feels like coming off of anesthesia.
The next day I went to school in the same bloody costume and a big blue cast on my arm. That Halloween I was a dead Eskimo with a broken arm. And I didn’t even get the cake I won! What I learned from this experience is what comes around goes around.
When I was nine years old, my brother had a Halloween party at his school and it was my favorite thing to attend because they had the cakewalk. The cakewalk is a game where you walk around a circle with numbers on the floor. When the music stops you land on a number and if your number gets drawn out of a hat you get a slip to win the cake.
My number was picked out of the hat! I was so excited, I rubbed it in my sibling’s faces. I told them they sucked! I ran out the door with the slip in my hand and went down the stairs.
As I was running down the stairs, I skipped a step and in a second I was tumbling down the stairs. I felt something tear and looked at my arm. My wrist bone was sticking out of the skin, an open fracture. I was so in shock I wasn’t crying, I was just staring into space. I lie there for a couple minutes, which felt like a million years, until someone came into the stairwell. Blood was everywhere.
When someone finally came in, they picked me up and went to find my dad. When they did, my dad took me to the car and it took five minutes for them to buckle me into the seat belt because they didn’t want to touch my arm.
We got to the emergency room, they took me in and x-rayed my arm, which was the worst part. They had to move around my arm and at this point I was in tears. They finally took me to the operating room and I remember that they couldn’t find a vein to stick the I.V in. Needles are my biggest fear. I wasn’t even scared, because I just wanted to fall asleep and stop feeling pain.
When I woke up a huge cast was on my arm and there was blood all over my costume. I remember that it felt like I had slept for 30 years! It was the best nap I had ever taken, that’s what it feels like coming off of anesthesia.
The next day I went to school in the same bloody costume and a big blue cast on my arm. That Halloween I was a dead Eskimo with a broken arm. And I didn’t even get the cake I won! What I learned from this experience is what comes around goes around.