Day 12 --Worst (physical) injury I've had and how it happened.
This is one of those “how stupid, exactly how stupid can I be?” moments.
I was thirty seven when it happened.
I finally could no longer say, “I have never broken a bone in my body!” after that September afternoon at the Roller Skating Rink. I was on a mission to be sure my daughters wouldn’t be embarrassed about not being able to roller skate. There were birthday parties to attend and the like. I didn’t want my babies to be left out, so I did what every wise mother would do.
I decided to take roller skating lessons with them. They were seven and one and a half at the time.
They put on their skates and were doing quite well. I put on my skates and was doing quite well.
After the lesson, it was time for free skating.
This basically means they let everyone else in, those who are much better skaters, so the newbies can learn to negotiate a much more crowded skating space.
I was doing so well I decided to show off for my teacher, a woman close to my age unlike all the other skating people who were much younger than us.
I was showing her and she was coaching me to straighten my shoulders. I followed her guidance, straightened up and overstraightened up and down I went, crashing backwards and did what every inexperienced faller does: I attempted to stop my fall with my hand and arm.
I felt a sharp twinge but leaped back up. I didn’t want my girls to think they shouldn’t get right back up when they fall. I kept skating, although more slowly and with much more care.
We went home about an hour later and my arm still hurt.
I went to see Armageddon, the movie was actually in the theaters then. I repeatedly got up to hold my arm closer to my body than I could in my movie seat. It hurt and I could no longer move it on its own, I had to coax it around with my other arm.
The movie let out and I went to urgent care.
An hour later a doctor came into the room I was waiting in and said, “The good news is you don’t need surgery. The bad news is, you broke your arm worse than the eight year old girl next door did.”
I went on to get a fabulous bright pink cast and as soon as I got it back, I was back at the skating rink, getting better and better.
I only wish those were digital camera days. I don’t have a single photo momento of me in all my lovely pink cast glory. All that’s left is this memory. J
What was your worst injury?
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© 2012 by Julie Jordan Scott
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She facilitates Virtual Writing Camp & will be hosting the final session of the 2011/12 season next week. Register before it is too late: Writing the Journey: Memoir, Life Writing & Travel Writing Intensive.
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