| Jun. 19th, 2009 @ 11:36 pm Writer's Block: Close Call |
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Ha Ha! I have had many close calls in my 18 years. Probably too many. Probably my closest call, (and most vivid) had to have been two summers ago when I LUCKILY shattered the bones in my right ankle. My Grandmother owns a pond on her farm and we spend a great deal of time there over the summers. This particular summer had been a very dry one in Indiana, so the water at the pond near the dock came about to my waist. I must have been caught up in all the possibilities of the new summer because I failed to notice that the water was that shallow. So... being the idiot that I usually am I decided it would be fun to run as fast as I could from the beginning of the dock and then to jump into the pond. Well, I stupidly did and I realized at just about the same time the bones in my ankle crushed how shallow the water was. It is probably abnormal for a persons reaction after just being injured to be laughter but that always seems to be my reaction after getting hurt. (It was the same when I cut almost all the way through three of my fingers, and also when I gashed my shoulder almost down to the bone when I was seven at a friends house. People who have witnessed these times probably think I am insane.) Anyway, while laughing, I told my brother that I thought I had broken my ankle, (at this time I still was not out of the water yet and was leaning against the dock on my left leg) he didn't believe me because I was laughing. I decided that to be able to really know the damage I would have to fully get out of the water and look at my ankle. So I did. At first it did not look that bad. Slightly swollen and pretty bruised but it only looked unsightly. My ten year old brother and I were the only ones at the pond which is located a quarter mile away from the nearest house, so I decided that I would wait to see if some of the pain would go down before I started to walk back to my Grandmother's were my mother and her were located. I sat on the dock with my brother and we waited. I started to notice after about three minutes my ankle was swelling quite significantly and after ten minutes my ankle was probably roughly three times its normal size. I was still kind of chuckling but I saw my brother was kind of starting to get a little bit nervous. He told me, "I am gonna go back to the house and get help." I told him, "Just wait a few more minutes, the swelling will probably go down soon." But after about another minute I decided to face the music. The swelling was not going to go down in a few minutes and if my ankle was broken it probably would not be a good idea to walk on it, that might cause more damage. I have a pretty high pain tolerance so what would feel like a broken bone to most people feels like a badly strained muscle to me. I told my brother to go and get my mother back at the house, and I think that kid must of sprinted because he came back with my mother in the car about six minutes later. So we went back to the house, my ankle was quickly starting to look more hideous and I put ice on it and took an ibuprofin pill. It did not help the swelling so I decided to go to the local urgent-care/redi-med whatever. Long story short I had surgery to remove shattered bone and to replace the bone, and had to also do all other sorts of stuff to get my ankle to operate fairly smoothly. To this day my right ankle is not 100% and it probably never will be but I am very lucky. I realized later on that before jumping in I had considered DIVING in. If I would have dove into the water I most likely would have snapped my neck and probably would have died instantly or else became paralyzed and would have drown. Wow, I did not mean to write this much. Oh well I was bored.
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