Long Term Lessons: A Short Story
Long Term Lessons
Crack! "Owww!", I screamed. My mom, no stranger to my clumsy habits, started frantically asking questions.
"Are you okay? What happened?". Then, she started worrying, I had broken my right elbow in the past and it took a toll on my parents, so they did not want to go through the same experience again. Fracturing my arm taught me to be more cautious with injury precaution and to be thankful for my healthy body.
It was just a regular night, my dad was working, my mom was cooking dinner, and my brother was watching TV. Meanwhile, I was dancing with socks on travertine floors. All of the sudden, I lost my balance and my head was going straight for the floor. Without thinking, I struck my right arm out to prevent breaking my skull. …show more content…
My mind was rambling with thoughts "What if I broke my elbow again? This is the worst timing ever!" My dad proceeded to give me news that would change my life for the next month and a half. "It looks like a 'mild' fracture." After asking the meaning of a fracture, he explained to me "Sasha, you broke my arm." My mind went blank.
After the terrible news, my dad and I rushed towards the emergency room. I was able to be temporarily treated with minimal waiting time. The emergency room nurse performed a series of tests to be sure the broken arm didn't need to be treated immediately. Before I knew it, my arm was wrapped up and put into a sling, so I wouldn't move it till I was permanently treated. I got home late, so I didn't have to go through the burden of telling my mom the two things I hate telling her the most: she was right and I broke my arm. The next day, I went to the orthopedic surgeon. He was really tall, skinny, and scary. He told me that my fracture was more than "mild" and I would have to undergo surgery with anethesia.
That night I barely slept, my mind was filled with nervousness. I woke up at four in the morning to go to the hospital. After arriving to the hospital, I was given a hospital gown. I
Crack! "Owww!", I screamed. My mom, no stranger to my clumsy habits, started frantically asking questions.
"Are you okay? What happened?". Then, she started worrying, I had broken my right elbow in the past and it took a toll on my parents, so they did not want to go through the same experience again. Fracturing my arm taught me to be more cautious with injury precaution and to be thankful for my healthy body.
It was just a regular night, my dad was working, my mom was cooking dinner, and my brother was watching TV. Meanwhile, I was dancing with socks on travertine floors. All of the sudden, I lost my balance and my head was going straight for the floor. Without thinking, I struck my right arm out to prevent breaking my skull. …show more content…
My mind was rambling with thoughts "What if I broke my elbow again? This is the worst timing ever!" My dad proceeded to give me news that would change my life for the next month and a half. "It looks like a 'mild' fracture." After asking the meaning of a fracture, he explained to me "Sasha, you broke my arm." My mind went blank.
After the terrible news, my dad and I rushed towards the emergency room. I was able to be temporarily treated with minimal waiting time. The emergency room nurse performed a series of tests to be sure the broken arm didn't need to be treated immediately. Before I knew it, my arm was wrapped up and put into a sling, so I wouldn't move it till I was permanently treated. I got home late, so I didn't have to go through the burden of telling my mom the two things I hate telling her the most: she was right and I broke my arm. The next day, I went to the orthopedic surgeon. He was really tall, skinny, and scary. He told me that my fracture was more than "mild" and I would have to undergo surgery with anethesia.
That night I barely slept, my mind was filled with nervousness. I woke up at four in the morning to go to the hospital. After arriving to the hospital, I was given a hospital gown. I