CONTENT WARNING: Injury
In fourth grade, I got a growth spurt. I was finally tall enough to reach and climb a set of horizontal bars that were on my school’s playground. So, during one lunchtime recess, I climbed to the highest one, which was maybe eight feet off the ground, but it seemed like twenty to a short kid like me.
Now that I was hanging off the highest bar, I realized that I had no idea how to dismount. I simply let go. But as I fell, my legs swung out and my hands went down to cushion my fall. What ended up happening was that my left humerus wedged into my left ulna, not breaking the latter into pieces, but cracking it lengthwise a couple of inches. And yes, it hurt like h***.
I went into the school to see the nurse. Since it was lunchtime, there was a teacher monitoring the hall; we were only allowed one entry into the hall during lunch.
Me: “Mrs. [Hall Monitor], I think I broke my arm.”
Hall Monitor: “Let’s see. Oh, that doesn’t look broken.”
She then attempted to bend my arm, which I’d been keeping straight since one bone was wedged into the other.
I screamed.
Hall Monitor: “Oh, perhaps it’s more damaged than it looks.”
I walked down to the school secretary’s office, which led into the nurse’s office.
Secretary: “[My Name], why are you here?”
Me: “I need to see the nurse. I think my arm’s broken.”
Secretary: “The nurse isn’t at our school today. Let’s see what it looks like. Hmmm… It doesn’t look broken.”
As she was looking, she tried to bend my elbow. Again, I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Secretary: *Sigh* “I’ll call over to [Other School] and see if she can come over.”
I waited for about half an hour for the nurse. When she arrived, we went through the whole it-doesn’t-look-broken routine, including my scream. She conceded that I was more seriously hurt than it looked but not a broken arm. She called my mother to come get me. Coincidentally, Mom worked for our family doctor.
At the doctor’s office, he first numbed the area around my elbow before doing any manipulation. After an X-ray, he saw the unusual crack in my ulna, along with my humerus partly inside it. He managed to get my bones back in position and then put on a cast, Ace bandages, and a sling.
The look on the teacher’s, secretary’s, and nurse’s faces when I returned the next day WITH A BROKEN ARM was priceless.