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Saturday, May 17, 2008

the tale of the broken radius


So Cassie put a link to this so maybe half of her friends will look at this. So I thought I might please you all with the tale of my arm.

So there I was. Sittin' in the house on the computer. Lindsay came and said, "Hannah, come jump on the tramp! Shawn and Cameron are out there!" So what the heck? I'll go. I go out there. We jump for a little bit. Then they're like, "Who wants to get popped?" Normally, I am terrified to even be on a trampoline with Shawn. He is 34 and he's merciless. Well, I don't know what got into my head but somehow I thought I wouldn't get hurt. So, I do it. Nothing happens.

Then Porter went. Then they're like, "All right. Hannah, do it again."

Big mistake.

I sit down with my arms down, bracing myself. My feet were turned to one side and I was leaning on my left arm. Shawn and Cameron warned me. They said, "Hannah, sit indian style!" A thought came into my head of me flying 20 feet into the air. I said, "No way."

"One . . .two . . . What . . .was that???

"Oooooooooow!" I screamed. I looked down. And my arm looked like Harry Potter's in The Chamber of Secrets when he has no bones. Except I had a bone . . . and it was sticking up under my skin. After that I started screaming. "Cameron! Go get Dad . . . I think she broke her arm."

My dad comes out, "Yep. It's broken," he said very matter-of-factly, no fear in his voice. He carried me in the house as I was moaning and groaning. He laid me on the counter. And then I was convulsing and my head wouldn't stop going side to side. Cameron later described me as sleepy delirious. I really was tired. I just wanted to go to sleep. I was probably in shock.

My dad and brother made me a splint out of a spatula and a cut out piece of cardboard. Don't forget the bandana sling.

Mom, Cassie, Tracie, and Nat were gone shopping and picking up a boutineire for prom. They came home and there I was on the counter. I don't know why, but when my mom walked in I just wanted to cry. So I did. Darren carried me out to the car as I cried. "Hannah, it's going to be ok," he reassured me.

They took me to one Urgent Care but it was closed. So we had to go to another one. In the waiting room, my arm was throbbing. I ended up with a sling, an ace bandage, and some Ibuprofen. I STILL got in my bridesmaid outfit and made it to the reception fashionably late. By the time I got there, the whole reception knew. I had TONS of people coming up to me and asking about it.

Two days later I got my arm set. It hurt like heck. Two large men grabbed my bare arm with both of their hands and squeezed as hard as they could. I felt my bone move back. They didn't even give me a painkiller!!! I wanted to cry, but I gritted my teeth and held it in.

So that's the story. Now I have a purple cast pictured above.
tHe EnD



2 comments:

Cassie and Cameron said...

Hannah banana! I was surfing the web and decided I would stop in and read your very fabricated, tall, tall tale of how the purple cast came to be. Since I have been blamed and somewhat highlighted as being the culprit who broke your arm, I thought I might as well make the infamy worth it. Let that cast be a physical reminder of what happens when you forget your place as it relates to the hierarchy of our family. It will happen again and again should you fail to remember who your favorite brother in law is. Next time, it might not be just your arm. Just kidding Hanna, but seriously! In all actuality, I was very worried about you and very sorry that this happened. Cassie and I both prayed for you the night before your arm got set so that it wouldn’t be as bad as it could have been. You’re awesome Hannah. You are very witty and keep us laughing. Take care!

Ashley said...

Hi Hannah! This is Ashley - Cassie's friend. Oh my gosh, you are my hero! I can't believe that you didn't cry when your arm got reset. I would have been screaming my little head off! You poor thing! I loved your story though - knowing your family so well I can totally picture all of it happening. Wow, drama drama! I'm glad you're ok and now you have a funny story for life!