Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sprained Ankles, Broken Fingers, and other Ouchies
Tell us about a time when you sprained or broke something. How did it happen? What were the consequences? Share your story with us, just don't make us squirm too much! (And if you have any pictures of injuries you've aquired, send them my way and I'll make sure to add them to this post!)
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Two days after I turned 16, I went on my very first date. It was to the Commencement Dance at the end of the year and I was so excited. That morning, my date picked me up and we went to our friends house to jump on the trampoline.
ReplyDeleteMy date thought it would be fun to "send" me really high. I was already jumping really high and I didn't want to go any higher so I tried to absorb the jump. Unfortunately, my ankle twisted under me, I felt a pop, and I started yelling "ouch" over and over again uncontrollably. Turned out I had sprained my ankle.
Needless to say, I had to wear crutches to the dance on my very first date and I didn't do a whole lot of dancing. That's alright though, I'm not a great dancer anyway.
Andrew, Dad and I could tell lots of stories about our knees. And if you ever want to see my crooked pinky finger, I'd be happy to tell you the sad tale of how I broke it, playing basketball, and Mom and Dad didn't believe me, so it just healed really crooked. :-P
ReplyDeleteMarie here...
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 13 I was on the Jr. High basketball team as a starter. We had won our first three games. One day for P.E. we were playing flag football. The field was wet and when a very large girl ran towards me she slipped and landed on me. As we went down you could hear and audible snap/pop. I was in immediate pain and knew that something was wrong with my ankle. Turned out I sprained my ankle really bad and had to use crutches for the next six weeks. I missed a lot of the basketball season and we never won a game after that :( The yearbook staff even fudged the Win/Lose numbers to make the team not look so pathetic. I have never broken a bone and this is the worst injury I have ever recieved.
Ouch ouch ouch, Marie!
ReplyDeleteI was on my mission and some Elders in our district had asked some of their male investigators to come to the church for a basketball day. There where around 10 people playing and as many non-members as members.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, the missionary handbook says that missionaries can only play half-court basketball, but because we had a big group, and the non-members didn't understand the rule book, the other missionaries decided we should play full court; I say other missionaries, because I felt the Holy Ghost telling me that we should obey the rules. After the discussion we had a prayer and began to play. I had the impression that God could not protect us if we did not obey, so I played, but at 80% and carefully.
I'm sure you all can guess what happened. While coming down for a rebound my foot landed on another players and as I twisted my leg my patella popped out.
I grabbed my knee and tried to push it back in but it wouldn't budge. Everyone was panicing, but I was actually very calm. I asked my companion to give me a blessing. Sadly, he told me he didn't feel worthy. I asked a member from our ward and again he said he didn't feel worthy. Luckily, Elder Johnston (who was later my companion in Glens Falls) felt worthy. He said that I would be healed acording to my faith and that all that witnessed would gain a greater testimony of the power of the priesthood.
When he finished I reached down and gently slid the patella back into place.
After that they decided to only play half court. I think we all learned things that day, but it was a painful lesson for me.
I remember the first time you dislocated your knee Andrew. It was pretty crazy watching you drive away in an ambulance. I remember going over to the Shirt's house with all the (young) neighborhood kids and everyone saying, "Andrew may pick on us sometimes, but I sure hope he doesn't die!" We were all glad to see you arrive home safely!
ReplyDeleteSo that is my broken nose up top. I simply tripped while running up the stairs after recess. Who knew you could get a cast on your nose? apparently I was not too excited about it at the time.
ReplyDeleteSome girl punched me in the chest and broke my ribs and cracked the cartilage in my sternum when I was in high school. We were playing basketball in PE and she hated me so she took a cheap shot.
ReplyDeleteI had some Hispanic-gang-member friends who I knew from elementary school who said that if she ever bothered me again they would "take care of her".
Emily: You did look lovely in your formal dress and crutches!
ReplyDeleteHolly: Sorry about the pinky. I’m blaming that one on Dad. He said basketball players “jam” their fingers all the time. I just believed him because, unlike you and Marie, I never played basketball. Anyway, if it makes you feel any better, we must have learned from your experience because years later when Julie broke her finger we actually took her to the emergency room.
Marie: Ouch! I can only imagine what would have happened if you would have been playing tackle instead of flag football.
Andrew: I’m glad you learned your lesson and am grateful you were able to get a Priesthood blessing.
Christian: That picture is worth a thousand…no, make that two thousand words!
Julie: I didn’t know those gang members could be so helpful. Maybe going to Dora Erickson did have some advantages.
Years ago, Jay liked to take continuing dental education classes at BYU. The university even provided activities for the wives and children of the dentists. When Andrew, Mark and Holly were old enough to go camping and rafting as part of the program, they were excited. I, however, was a bit worried.
ReplyDeleteThen one evening, as Jay and I sat in a fireside, a person interrupted the speaker to make a frightening announcement, “If Dr. Jay Harris is here; he needs to immediately go to the University Health Center.” My worst fears filled my mind. What had happened to my children? Had one of them been seriously injured? Had one of them drowned? Jay and I were trembling when we reached the medical center.
We were so relieved to learn that the emergency consisted of a cut finger. Mark had been slicing potatoes and accidentally also sliced his finger. Mark’s finger needed stitches and must have hurt a lot, but we probably were not too sympathetic. We were just soooo relieved.
As I think about it, I guess all of our kids have had finger problems. Holly and Julie with broken fingers. Andrew with his four-wheeler accident. Emily with her swan-neck syndrome. And Mark with potato slicing cuts. (Maybe for next Christmas I should give finger splints to everyone, grandkids included.)