X Rays Of My Arm And Leg example essay topic

Wild Ride Can you imagine being thrown from a car at 30 mph? Well, I never thought I could until this happened to me in the summer of 1999. It was a gorgeous June afternoon, and summer had just begun. I had just gotten my license, and I couldn't wait to go cruising' in my parents new yellow Ford Expedition. I had spent the day at my friends house, and now I was on my way home. I was almost home, I just had to turn onto the gravel road to get to my house.

While I was turning, I was trying to put in a mix CD I had just made, and trying to turn the corner at the same time. I guess I was going a little too fast, because all of a sudden, I found myself lying in the ditch, outside of my truck. I had the bitter taste of blood in my mouth. I slowly got up on one leg and struggled up to the road. There was an old white pickup coming down the road and I waved it down. It was a farmer and he called an ambulance on his cell phone.

While we were waiting for the ambulance I was hysterical. I couldn't move or feel my left arm or leg. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain in my broken limbs. The farmer did everything he could think of to calm me down a little bit. He asked me questions about family, school, and pretty much anything he could think of. I learned all about his wife, and his family; his grand kids, and even their grand kids.

Eventually, after what seemed like three hours waiting for the ambulance, it finally got there. The paramedics rushed out, and loaded me into the wailing vehicle. The whole way to the hospital they asked me questions about my injuries and on what I remember about the incident. The pain was almost unbearable, so I told enough of what they wanted to hear, just so they'd shut up. They put my arm and leg in splints and finally gave me something for the pain.

After about 15 minutes in the ambulance we got to the hospital and they hauled me into the X-ray room and took X-rays of my arm and leg. They found out that my forearm bone and the bone under the bicep was broken in my left arm and that I had broken my fibula in my left leg. The breaks weren't that serious, so they didn't require any surgery or pins, thank goodness. Besides being alive, that was the best news I had heard all day. After that, they brought me back to the room and molded casts for my arm and leg.

The one on my arm was neon pink, and the one on my leg was camouflage. One bad thing was that the broken bones wouldn't allow me to use crutches, so I had to get around in a motorized wheelchair for a couple of weeks. My wheelchair was awesome! I had gotten it from my grandpa Burt. Grandpa Burt passed away 2 years ago... and Grandma Bertha decided it was time for her to come to terms with his death. So she mustered up all of her courage, and went into his closet, and got the wheelchair for me.

I ended up having the casts on for 6 weeks. I got to ditch the wheelchair after about a month. I kind of missed it The one good thing about losing it though was that I got a lot of attention from the girls, because they carried around my books for me. After that experience (my whole accident, not the attention from the girls! !) I learned a lot.

I learned that it is very important to pay attention to the road while driving, not your CD player. I had to learn that the hard way. I totally jeopardized my life for a stupid CD that I wanted to listen to. I am lucky to be alive. Now, I slow down in life, and take my time. I don't rush things, and when I'm driving, I pay attention to the road, and ONLY the road!