This Saturday was a doozy.
In the morning we went to Zilker Park for Its My Park Day for Girl Scouts. We went to the Children’s Garden-we clipped inner sea plants, picked weeds, trimmed trees, and raked leaves for 3 hours along with moving around pecan molch. My back and legs may never be the same again!
Then I got to go home for 5 minutes to get ready for the BCE Carnival. I got to play my flute in front of little strangers! We did 5 songs 2x in a row.
Around this time, my brother Greg decided to go inside a GIANT HAMSTER BALL OF DOOOOOOOM!!!!!! He was crying and Dad was feeling around his left arm. I said to my friend Nishi, and she can be my witness, “I think my brother just broke his arm.” I should’ve run over, but just then we were going to start. Later on Greg and Dad disappeared towards the middle. Then it was over.
Later Mom told Mitch and I that they were in the hospital and Greg was getting an X-Ray. Afterwards we got news that he had not broken but SHATTERED his humerus and that he had to get pins in his arm. 🙁 We couldn’t go see him because we had to do our stations at the carnival.
I got to man the Mini Golf game. There was a ramp going up the green, and a hole in the middle in the top. You got three shots to make it in. Greg had made it in 3x in a row before his arm thing. Some people came and made it in, like Duncan, Mitch’s friend stayed there a while at first, with his older brother Alex (6th grader at my school). Two people managed to hit the ball THROUGH THE FENCE (I don’t know how). Then Varun’s little sister came.
She came up and I asked if she wanted to try. I gave her the putter and she asked, “How do you hold it?” I showed her how to hold her hands up, then bent them down a bit, and curled them around the putter. She missed the first 2xs, then I helped her and bent over her and helped her swing. We made a straight shot!
Then my shift became over and Grace and Chloe went into the GaGa pit. I almost DIED on the way out- I tripped on the little step on the way out. Then Chloe wanted to go on the TeaCups. We waited in line; then Anu went up on stage and started to play Shake It Off. I was singing along so Grace made me go up on stage and I did! I came in around the middle of the song, but I sang all the way through.
Afterwards I cashed in my tokens for: 15 lemon heads, 6 tootsie rolls and a rubber frog (for Greg), and a golden bracelet. Mitch had earned me all of the tokens. Then off to the hospital we went. We saw Greg with his arm on an ice pack under a blanket lying on the bed. We watched as they wrapped up his arm in a mini splint; Mom and Dad had to do some paper work. Greg told us how it happened.
“I was in a Giant Hamsterball, and I was going to fast. It was on the little blow up tracky thing, and I ran into the end wall, put my arms out, and heard my arm pop. So, yeah.”
Then we loaded him into Dads car and he and Dad went to the real hospital. We went home for about 4 hours, then went to go see him and bring him home. We waited in the waiting room for 30 minutes hearing other kids crying. (That was really sad). Then he finally came down in a pink wheelchair (he just wanted me to put in the pink). Mom and I went to go bring the car. We came back driving it and the lady with Greg helped him into the car. I sat with him in the back, Mitch in the middle, Mom driving, and Dad went to his car to go get Greg’s prescription.
To put Greg’s arm back together, he had to breathe in anesthetic gas that “smelled like the inside of a beach ball”.
“I gagged 5x.”
This procedure left him with no voice, so when I let him lie his head in my lap, he only nodded in answer to everything. Oh, he got 3 pins in his arm, just so you know.
On the way back we saw 5 police cars, 2 fire trucks, and an ambulance at UT. They blocked off a whole street! Can someone please tell me what happened?
When we got home it was 10. We had to help him get situated, up the stairs, cut the other sleeves of the shirts Mitch used when he broke his right arm in October (Greg shattered his left humerus in a giant hamster ball, Mitch broke straight through his radius and ulna playing soccer). Then we worked out a way for him to get assistance during the night from Mom and Dad. When this was all over it was 11. That was when we went to bed.
Do YOU have any broken arm stories? Comment!!!!
Image by Me this morning