Memoir

Memoir

Karisa Wubben

English 9

Throughout my childhood, my sibilings and I had never broken any bones. The thought of me or my sibilings breaking any bones never really came to mind. I had seen kids with casts and braces and always assumed that it happened from falling off the bed or jumping off the swings. I didn’t think it would happen to me. But that changed on December 14.

On December 14, I got ready for school just like any other day. I wasn’t expecting anything big or exciting to happen that day. I got to school and felt completley normal, just like any other day. Then it hit at lunch break, and it didn’t feel real; like I was in a dream.

The bell rang so I headed for the choir room. I got in there and everyone was finding chairs because we were going to watch our Christmas concert. I found a chair and headed to where my friends were sitting. I pulled the chair up to my seat and was getting ready to sit down. I started to sit down, but I didn't land on my chair. I landed on the floor. I knew something wasn't quite right. My arm kind of felt numb. I remember looking up at Lexi and saying, "I think I hurt my arm." Then I lifted up my sleeve to find that my arm was bent in ways that it shouldn't bend. I started crying and the next thing I knew Macy was there to help me out. I remember Nick, the one that pulled out my chair out underneath me was trying to pick me up; which didn't feel very good. Then Macy and Tara helped me get up and get into the hallway where they found some teachers.       

I remember sitting there with Macy and Mr. Groen. I kept looking at my arm and saying, "Eww it's so gross." Then Mr. Groen told me it was time to sing happy songs. As he was singing, a bunch of teachers came flying into the hallway and my brother Ryan went to get the vehicle to take me to the E.R. It was a very uncomfortable ride there; every bump killed.

I got to the hospital and my mom was waiting for me. She was in tears just like I was. Once I got into my room; my aunt was actually my nurse, which was very nice. I got all my I.V.’s and such hooked on me and the doctor came in. He looked at my arm and put it in this "Chinese trap" until my fingers turned purple. Then they had to give me a drug that would make me forget about the pain. It knocked me out and I don’t remember the pain but I felt it. After they gave me that drug, they had to wait till I was completely out, which took a while. Once I was knocked out, the doctor came in and pulled my arm to try to put it back in place. My parents recorded them pulling and it was no gentle pull; he was pulling with all his might just to get the bone back in place. After I woke up from it, I was able to leave; with quite a large cast on my arm, which was a problem for me because not many of my shirts could fit over the big cast. So, my mom and I made a shopping trip to Target for some big shirts.

The worst part I have to say about breaking my arm was it was during basketball season and I was a starter on varsity. I was very disappointed when I found out I couldn't play. That's probably one of the main reasons I was so upset.

Through my experience of breaking my arm it taught me that I can't be so independent and it's okay to ask others for help. God had a purpose for me and wouldn’t have let it happen without a reason. I thought I had it good being a starter on varsity, so breaking my arm showed me that I need to not think about me so much and spend more time with God. He is the reason I am able to play basketball. I thank him and praise him for healing my arm, but also the experience of it breaking. I am also thankful that God put all the people in my life to help me. I couldn’t have done it myself. It really taught me a life lesson.