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Broken Right Forearm: In third grade during a snow storm my sister and I were taking turning sliding down the snow covered slide on our feet. I already did it and couple times but this time that I did it I fell and I smashed my forearm off a metal pole that was connected to the playground set. My mom thought I just bruised it pretty good but when I keep on complaining that I could feel the two parts of the bone grinding together (not a pleasant feeling) she took me to the hostpital and sure enough it was broken.
Fractured Shoulder: Summer before 7th grade, I was getting off the phone and going back into the TV room. We had the door closed so my dog Chloe couldn't go around the house because she still wasn't potty trained. In between the kitchen and the TV room is a small little pantry room with the cellat (trap) door. I didn't hear my brother come home but he was down in the basement doing laundry and I just opened up the door and the next I am on the hard gravel floor of my basement (we have a colonial style house and our cellar is a six foot hole with a wooden ladder attached to it, and its all dirt and gravel down there). When I was falling down my arm went over my head and fractured the bone a bit. So, I get up holding my arm in pain and my brother takes me to the hospital and they said that I fractured my shoulder and I had to be in a sling for the rest of the summer (only about 2 weeks were left). I only remember one image of the fall which is when I arm got broken otherwise I just remember my brother picking me up off the ground and coming back to my senses.
Broken Toe: 2 days ago I was letting my dog inside and I tripped over the gate that we have in front of the door that leads out to the porch so Chloe can't get out and get loose. When I got my balance my right foot came crashing down into a laundry basket that was next to the freezer and I was sitting there hopping around in pain and saying "Holy shit this hurts like a motherfucker!", it still does hurt really bad, its bruised, and I can barely move it which is why I and my mom believe that its broken. Piece of shit toe.
Now while I read through all of this I think Chloe (my dog) has it out for me, if we never got her these sort of things would never happen. Damn dog, oh well I love my chloe though.
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Fractured Shoulder: Summer before 7th grade, I was getting off the phone and going back into the TV room. We had the door closed so my dog Chloe couldn't go around the house because she still wasn't potty trained. In between the kitchen and the TV room is a small little pantry room with the cellat (trap) door. I didn't hear my brother come home but he was down in the basement doing laundry and I just opened up the door and the next I am on the hard gravel floor of my basement (we have a colonial style house and our cellar is a six foot hole with a wooden ladder attached to it, and its all dirt and gravel down there). When I was falling down my arm went over my head and fractured the bone a bit. So, I get up holding my arm in pain and my brother takes me to the hospital and they said that I fractured my shoulder and I had to be in a sling for the rest of the summer (only about 2 weeks were left). I only remember one image of the fall which is when I arm got broken otherwise I just remember my brother picking me up off the ground and coming back to my senses.
Broken Toe: 2 days ago I was letting my dog inside and I tripped over the gate that we have in front of the door that leads out to the porch so Chloe can't get out and get loose. When I got my balance my right foot came crashing down into a laundry basket that was next to the freezer and I was sitting there hopping around in pain and saying "Holy shit this hurts like a motherfucker!", it still does hurt really bad, its bruised, and I can barely move it which is why I and my mom believe that its broken. Piece of shit toe.
Now while I read through all of this I think Chloe (my dog) has it out for me, if we never got her these sort of things would never happen. Damn dog, oh well I love my chloe though.
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