On August of 2010, I was just starting my 8th grade year. It was at lunch time where I broke my leg. A severe gruesome injury I suffered for almost two months. I broke my right tibia on my right leg. Someone tripped me when I was playing football. The score was 7–0. We were winning. They wanted to run the ball, and I was playing running back. I was running 100 miles per hour and then I get tripped and I start falling down, I’m crashing down to the hard cement ground I saw my leg bend in a position that was abnormal and I land on the floor hard with my clothes all full of dirt just laying on the cement floor looking like someone beat me up and laying me on the floor with dirt. I had tears in my eyes suffering the pain of my broken leg. I felt it broken.
It hurt a lot. I still had the football in my hands while I got hurt. The people that watched me fall immediately. The kids who watched me crash and burn called the staff to help me over , but I was in so much pain. The staff of teachers called my mom and the paramedics and I had to be carried out of the school with a stretcher. My mom immediately left her work to go to the hospital and see me. The doctors told me the broken leg caused a blood clot. I needed to have surgery for it. As I saw my mom with fear and worried I felt so bad and scared because I never had surgery before, I never faced a broken leg, I was desperate to walk, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was pissed at myself I started hitting myself, I started crying. I wanted to walk so badly. I was an energetic kid, I was always used to walking and running. The doctor told me I wasn’t going to walk for at least two months. I started crying even more, I had to miss a month of school.
I was in the hospital for the two days. I had so much treatment, a different doctor would come in my room every ten minutes to check up on my leg to see if the blood clot was getting worser. They would change my ice pack, they would get me a heating pad to calm my leg and they gave me painkillers to prevent the pain and to start the blood moving again in my leg. The next morning a doctor a specialist that supposedly was going to the surgery was checking my leg out and told me I didn’t need the surgery. That the blood that was not moving should start moving again because of the treatment I was getting from different doctors and nurses. I was feeling so ecstatic because I didn’t need the surgery and I was gonna go home for the first time with a cast that would go up to my thighs.
I missed the whole month of September, I missed so much work. I was not only upset that I couldn’t walk, I was also upset that the fact that I was missing so much work from school. I was pretty upset with it. I wanted to be alone in my room and just be in my room and sleep watch tv and be on my phone. It was pretty boring. I didn’t like that at all . I had to take showers every three days and I was the kind of person who showers twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. I felt uncleansed every two days. I was upset about that. I couldn’t do the things I wanted to, I just was staying home playing video games, watching tv, sleeping, and being on the phone a lot.
After two long irritating months of being at home with a cast and a painful leg I finally went back to the hospital to get my cast removed and test out my right leg for the first time since I broke my leg. I felt so happy I gave a big hug to my mom and thanked her for taking care of me and putting up with my moody self for two months. I returned to school for the first time since the day I broke my leg. No one expected me to return, my classmates looked at me like they were looking at a ghost. I returned like gangster with new clothes. New expensive shoes that came out a day before, I was wearing them and people were in shock, and to this day I still have the sneakers and every time I would wear them or look at them it always reminds me of the day I returned from school from long painful depressing two month journey.
