A Personal Narrative by Kaisee
by Jana Young
January 08, 2008
Ouch!
by Kaisee
I heard the crowd cheering as I was running on the field, then "Crack!" I was on the ground. That's what I heard on September 15, 2007, when I broke my shoulder playing football.
It all began when the sixth grade football team I was on played our first game against Kirksville. We were able to get the football first, so we received the kick return on the 45-yard-line. We didn't do so well, so we had to punt. Our team had to punt several times. There were 53 seconds left in the first half. The score was tied, 0-0. We had to punt again.
Later in the game, our team had just punted. I was running on a punt coverage. As I was running to tackle somebody on the Kirksville team, number 56 grabbed my arm as he blind sided me. Then, as he was holding my arm, he flipped me four feet off the ground. While I was in the air I did barrel rolls. "Crack!" I heard it. My arm felt like jello, but I knew I couldn't lay there. So I got up with my broken arm. My dad asked what was wrong. Yelling and crying, I said, "I think I broke my arm!"
Mom saw the look on Dad's face. She rushed over. Dad said, "We need to get her to the hospital." Mom hurried to get the car. Dad had to lift me into the car. We all drove to the hospital as quickly as we could.
As I went into the emergency room, Mom was saying, "NO MORE FOOTBALL!"
In the ER, they had to take four x-rays of the break. Dr. Williams told us that we had to wait until Monday to go to Columbia, but we didn't. Before we left, they set me up to put my arm in an immobilizer. I about passed out from all of the pain.
That night, we headed to Columbia. Dr. Adams came and told me I'd stay overnight. The next morning Dr. Oliver came and looked at my shoulder. He announced we would have to do a closed reduction on Monday. Monday came. Going in the surgery was frightening, but I got through it. I went home that same day.
In conclusion, the experience of breaking my arm was frightening. I did learn that I could do a lot of things with one arm, though. I later had to have another surgery to put a screw in my arm. Everything is healed now. Also, I learned that football is NOT for girls!
