Hey, blogettes! Word of advice here, don't lean back on the swings if you have a butt as big as mine, a height equal to or above mine, or you are just plain klutzy because you will end up hurting yourself most likely like I did yesterday. I broke/dislocated part of the bone near my finger nail on my left pinkie, bent my glasses, and I have a bad whiplash. When you have friends who go and get help and you don't remember that make sure you find out who got you help to thank them because they could have saved your life if you were hurt like me.
Let's just say, I landed on the ground shoulder blades, and neck first, and it was kind of numb for thirty seconds. There was no pain. The people swinging next to me, asked if I was alright, and I said yes, but that was when the pain hit me. It hurt so badly then, that both hands, my left one which hurt as well, clutched my neck, and I rolled onto my side to let fluid drain. I knew first aid, so I knew I had to do that if I didn't want to choke, neck injury or not, we learned to keep the airway first more than anything else. Paralyzation doesn't matter if you are still alive because you moved your neck to the side to drain the fluids.
After a bit, I knew I had to set up to relieve any pressure. I sat up in what was kind of like the way a softball player sits while in the dug out, and steadied my forehead against my knees which were shaking in shock. I was so scared that something bad had happened, and that I would be out of everything, which would have really upset me because I loved cross country, and I am looking forward to the musical. I don't remember anything really after sitting myself up, but the next thing I know, my social studies teacher is demanding me to lift up my head, and look him in the eye. I was told never to stare at someone, especially boys because it is rude, and it may make the boy think like you have a crush on him. I did as I was told though, because I just wanted the pain to end. He asked me how I felt, and I said I was a little woozy, dizzy, and shocked.
He asked me what the day was, and after a long pause I said Monday, and he asked for the rest of the date, but I told him in a wavy voice on the verge of tears that I didn't know. He said that was okay. The principal left then to get the kids inside so that they wouldn't be late for DEAR time because he knew that I would be okay, and if I wasn't okay, he would have returned after leading the kids inside and making sure that they were in the right reading block. That way, they could deal with me without drawing as much attention. I was kind of scared, but I dared to show it because I told people that I was okay. He took me into the nurse, and said that I was being super tough about it, but I felt like I had to be because I was in middle school, and middle schoolers don't cry after they get hurt, they try to tough it out, no matter how bad the pain is.
Mr. Boots then left me to get up to reading block, and he said that he would see me in the afternoon or whenever. I didn't have a chance . I was all alone in that nurse's office after the nurse left me because she had to eat lunch, and so many things were going through my mind then, like I hope it's just a whiplash, and I hope that my pinkie isn't broken which it kind of is. I was very scared, and upset, but I was calm remembering his words that my neck couldn't be severely hurt, which meant that I could most likely still do things. I was happy at that news. Believe me. My pinkie, I am not so happy about, but you take what you get and you don't throw a fit. I hope I have learned my lesson, which I have.
My best friends didn't know about the accident until that night. They just knew that I was in the nurse's office, and gone from reading block. I told them what happened, and they were kind of scared, but I reassured them that I was okay, and that is why I think that they are better off not knowing what happens to me because they tend to worry then. I hate making my friends worry. I like to make them smile, and when I make them worry, I am far away from what I want to make them do, and what I want to make the other people around me do. Smiling is better for your health. It also makes you look friendly, and approachable. So take my advice in this post, I know it was all about my adventure yesterday, and about me, and I promise that when my finger is healed, I will do vlogs, and music videos. I don't want people to leave a comment asking what happened a year after the video is posted because I am not going to reexplain something. To me that is like nails on a chalkboard.
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