3rd...4th..5th..time the charm (breaking the same arm)
So over the span of my life I've broken the exact same over and over and over. They seem to get slightly more ridiculous one after the other. First time was being dared to jump to the 8th out of 10 monkey-bars and...lost the dare. Second time I climbed a fence and while half way over I lost my balance and sacked myself and the exact same arm decided it would be a great idea to break my fall.
The third time was when I was at scouts. We were all sitting around in a circle and I had my hands outwards to hold myself up when out of nowhere...a fat kid (estimate age, 9-10, weight guess, 170lb) chugged by and dropped right onto my arm while standing. Not gracefully letting himself down, but his legs gave in and my arm wedged into his butt-crack.
(Ok so here is the most interesting one). So I got dropped off at my friends for a sleepover and right after being dropped off I grab my skateboard and we both headed down to a Pier to hangout. On our way down, we encountered a very long, very steep, very curved out hill (In the shape of a "C"). I told my friend to meet me down there. I jumped onto my board, and started carving down the hill. In my mind I thought carving while going down a monstrosity-like hill would slow me down when in fact made me go Mach 3 speed (sarcasm for going VEERRYY FAST).
Half way down the hill I hit speed-wobble and crash from hitting a patch of rocks. I slide across 12ft of pavement. I didn't understand why I couldn't feel anything to the touch when I looked over at my arm and discovered I had a compound fracture (the ball-joint of the wrist shattered and stuck out from an inch above from where it was at). I called out at my friend up the hill that I wouldn't be able to sleep over. Within 5 minutes of being dropped off, I ruin my day.
When my friend came down he made a joke on the unaccountable times this has been to break my arm. My stomach growled, "Im hungry" i quoted. "Cant wait to have crappy food yet again at the hospital (which turned out to be an eight day stay at the hospital due to infection inside the arm). A few seconds later, what was a quiet fart turned into a loud, 7-second long fart that I definitely felt. Me and my friend were laughing hysterically. "Dude the apartments along the hill are gonna smell that". A woman drove by and stopped beside on the road in her vehicle and I explained to her I needed her to call 911. She gets out, "You don't need an ambulance, I'll get my husband" (who apparently was an industrial first-aider). 5 minutes later he comes out from the apartments from above the hill, "he definitely needs an ambulance", says the husband.
So what I thought was gonna be a great day turned into four months of recovery until I was able to back to wakeboarding and snowboarding. From curling 20-25lb weights I had to start from 2lb weights. Though breaking my arm for the unaccountable time it has been, I sure ripped the hardest fart I would ever have.
The third time was when I was at scouts. We were all sitting around in a circle and I had my hands outwards to hold myself up when out of nowhere...a fat kid (estimate age, 9-10, weight guess, 170lb) chugged by and dropped right onto my arm while standing. Not gracefully letting himself down, but his legs gave in and my arm wedged into his butt-crack.
(Ok so here is the most interesting one). So I got dropped off at my friends for a sleepover and right after being dropped off I grab my skateboard and we both headed down to a Pier to hangout. On our way down, we encountered a very long, very steep, very curved out hill (In the shape of a "C"). I told my friend to meet me down there. I jumped onto my board, and started carving down the hill. In my mind I thought carving while going down a monstrosity-like hill would slow me down when in fact made me go Mach 3 speed (sarcasm for going VEERRYY FAST).
Half way down the hill I hit speed-wobble and crash from hitting a patch of rocks. I slide across 12ft of pavement. I didn't understand why I couldn't feel anything to the touch when I looked over at my arm and discovered I had a compound fracture (the ball-joint of the wrist shattered and stuck out from an inch above from where it was at). I called out at my friend up the hill that I wouldn't be able to sleep over. Within 5 minutes of being dropped off, I ruin my day.
When my friend came down he made a joke on the unaccountable times this has been to break my arm. My stomach growled, "Im hungry" i quoted. "Cant wait to have crappy food yet again at the hospital (which turned out to be an eight day stay at the hospital due to infection inside the arm). A few seconds later, what was a quiet fart turned into a loud, 7-second long fart that I definitely felt. Me and my friend were laughing hysterically. "Dude the apartments along the hill are gonna smell that". A woman drove by and stopped beside on the road in her vehicle and I explained to her I needed her to call 911. She gets out, "You don't need an ambulance, I'll get my husband" (who apparently was an industrial first-aider). 5 minutes later he comes out from the apartments from above the hill, "he definitely needs an ambulance", says the husband.
So what I thought was gonna be a great day turned into four months of recovery until I was able to back to wakeboarding and snowboarding. From curling 20-25lb weights I had to start from 2lb weights. Though breaking my arm for the unaccountable time it has been, I sure ripped the hardest fart I would ever have.
