I was with some friends a couple of weeks ago and somehow the subject of broken bones came up. The conversation continued with each of us relating if we had ever broken a bone and, if so, which one(s) and how it happened.
Compared to others, I've managed to get to this point in my life without suffering much damage in that department.
What have I broken? My nose and coccyx. Not at the same time. (That would have been a tricky accomplishment, no?)
The broken nose came first. I was in the fourth grade. It was winter time. My class was outside for fresh air, exercise and probably with the teacher's hope we would run off some steam. A few of us were playing tag. I slipped on some ice and came to an abrupt stop by my face hitting the brick building. (What? Were my hands tied behind my back? Why in the world did I hit face first?) Anyway, there was much blood and my nose hurt a lot. My mom was called to school and she took me to our old family doctor's office where he examined me and said he didn't think my nose was broken. No Xrays taken. This was back in the dark ages (1950s) and I'm sure he didn't have the capability of taking an Xray in his tiny office.
So home we went with ice packs and a lot of swelling in the middle of my face. Days later, at the follow-up doctor's visit, our dear doctor said he might have been mistaken, and that, yes, it did look like my nose had been broken as it was healing with a noticeable bump on the bridge and my whole nose did seem to have gravitated a little to the left. I remember my mom asking what could be done about it. We were told it would need to be re-broken and reset back into the more normal shaping. Having just started to be pain-free, this sent me into a full-out hissy fit panic and I told my mom that my nose was fine the way it was and no way did I want it broken again.
Of course, I've wished a trillion times Mom and the doctor had insisted I have the corrective surgery on my nose, but they didn't and so I didn't . . . and my life hasn't been ruined. Sigh.
The second broken bone happened on roller skates when I was an adult. Papa Pea, our daughter and I were on a weekend mini vacation with another family. We drove up into Canada and our first night we all went to an indoor roller skating rink. All went well until I decided to rest a while by sitting down on one of the wooden benches around the perimeter of the rink. I glided up to the bench, turned into position to put my backside down when both my skates shot forward out from under me, my tush missed the mark and I landed heavily on my coccyx (otherwise know as tailbone). It actually was kinda scary because I felt and heard a loud crack and the pain was such that I nearly passed out. I truly didn't know if it was my tailbone . . . or if I had injured something more serious in my back.
Being a martyr (yes, I was) and not wanting to spoil the outing for everyone else (no, I didn't), I suffered painfully through the whole weekend (yes, I did).
But have no fear. It was just my tailbone which was fractured. Like broken ribs, the medical profession hasn't figured out how to put a coccyx in a cast so there was nothing to do but wait for it to heal on its own. Which, of course, it did (with no permanent damage) but, boy howdy, was it ever uncomfortable to sit down for a good long time. And driving our old International Harvester Scout truck with its stick shift and stiff clutch was something that brought tears to my eyes for more than a month.
Okay, that's my own silly story of my (inconsequential) couple of broken bones. Now tell us all about what bones you've broken on your journey through life thus far. I'm sure there must be some good stories to tell. What's yours?
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