CRUNCH… again. 

Hello again reader, it seems you’ve found the second part to my bone breaking adventures. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go read “Sticks, stones, and breaking my bones.” If you do know what I’m talking about, then good for you. I give you a digital high-five.

Now, if you recall the last story, I mentioned “the time when I fell off a 3 foot wall, and broke my elbow” and that’s exactly what we’re talking about today. If you’ve ever broken a bone then you’ll hopefully relate and resonate with this story, if you haven’t then keep it that way, it sucks. Now, please allow me to tell you, I am horribly unobservant. (This detail will be important later.)

I’d like you to picture a wall, a 3 foot wall – a 3 foot wall with a rock bed behind it and a driveway in front of it. This is the wall that is responsible for humiliating and breaking me. I harbor a strong resentment to this evil piece of architecture and curse the designer who thought it was a good idea to put a rock bed behind it. 

This was a cloudy, slightly breezy day on Nov. 27, 2021. I was over at a friend’s house playing basketball. Now, if you know me, then you know I am what people would describe as “unathletic;” and if you don’t know me, well, now you know. You’re welcome.

Anyway, we had been playing a game of H-O-R-S-E, which was difficult for me because I couldn’t make any shots. We had been playing basketball for almost three hours and we were just having fun messing around. I was getting tired and decided to take a break.

This was, in fact, a critical mistake on my part.

Young, foolish me, walked over to the previously mentioned 3 foot wall. I hopped up on it and took a seat. I did not realize my destiny to destroy a bone once more was upon me. You see, I have a horrible problem of rocking when I’m in a seat, even if the seat is stationary, like a wall for example. When I began rocking on the wall, I had been slowly scooting back on it and got closer to the back edge. This is where me being unobservant comes back into play. You’d think after tripping over a wire and breaking my growth plate just two years earlier, I’d have learned to be more observant. But no, you’d be wrong.

I had rocked my way to the edge and hadn’t noticed at all. Then with one final rock, I fell off. 

As I fell (3 ft, remember?) I moved my arm to try and catch myself. Unfortunately, I do not possess reflexes that are fast, so I just stuck my arm out… and it slammed into the concrete pathway next to me. The rest of my body hit the rock bed below, and the air was stolen out of my lungs leaving me breathless. One of my friends rushed and got their mom who gave me an ice pack and made sure I was ok. I sat for five minutes, gave the ice pack back, and walked home like nothing happened.

I walked inside of my house, told my parents I fell while playing basketball and it really hurt. I decided I was fine and didn’t need to go to the ER. This was, in fact, another mistake. 

I went to bed thinking the pain would subside overnight. I woke up the next morning, told my mom my elbow still really hurt, and we went to the ER. Well, whoopdee freaking doo, guess who had a broken elbow? Me. It was me. 

Yeah, not my finest moment. So, when I came home, I told the rest of my family the news and we shared a good laugh about it.

So that, friend, is the story of my second bone break. I feel terrible for my left arm, for it has endured a lifetime of pain (and I’m fairly sure it’s indestructible now). Now, if I had to take some lesson from this series of events, it would be PAY ATTENTION. I fear that the general majority of my injuries could’ve been avoided by just being observant.

And this is why I’ve been threatened to be bubble wrapped during the holiday season. It’s a fun story to tell and laugh about with friends and now you, reader. Anyway, maybe another time we’ll talk about the time I had COVID right before Christmas. (I swear the holiday time hates me).