Any broken bones as a child? If so, how'd it happen?

BlunderWoman

BlunderWoman

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When I was a child I broke 3 toes riding on the back of a manure spreader behind a tractor on the farm. I don't know why but they put a cast on my foot that let my toes show but the cast went all the way up my thigh. I have no idea why they did that for 3 broken toes. Anyway , at school people kept asking me how I broke my leg. At first I kept telling them I didn't break my leg & that I only broke 3 toes. This kept leading to many more questions like " Why is the cast all the way up your leg then?" and " What is a manure spreader?" I got sick of all the questions so I began to just say I broke my leg skiing which is funny because I had never been on a pair of skis, but no one asked questions after I said that.
 

I jumped out of a hammock when I was about eight and landed on the metal frame with the arch of my foot; got what the doctor called a "green-stick fracture". I didn't have a cast, just had to stay off it for a while.

My daughter broke her ankle in junior high and was having trouble getting around school on crutches. The football coach assigned different players to carry her from class to class. She had to go over to the high school for a couple of classes each day and the players "piggy-backed" her over there and came back to get her. I can't imagine that happening today.
 
I twisted my knee getting out of the school bus seat in such a way that I dislocated it. I was the last person on the bus so the driver drove to my home a few blocks away, picked up my Mom and Dad who happened to be home that day. He then drove us all to the hospital. He had trouble getting the old bus up the steep hill to the hospital and they had just as much trouble getting the stretcher in the bus. They knocked me out, realigned the knee,and put my leg in a cast . Since my parents went to the hospital in the bus they had to call a cab to get home. The cab driver wanted to help and carried me up our front steps into the house. By the time he got in he was almost on his knees. I wasn't that heavy but he underestimated the weight of a wet cast. I think my Dad triple tipped him for being so nice.
 
I broke my leg coasting on a toboggan with my brothers when I was six.
We were having a great time until we hit a tree.
No more coasting for me that winter.
 
Yep. Right arm..on two separate occasions. First time, about age 8. I was batting around a badminton birdie and it got stuck in the branches of the fir tree in our front yard. Got out a small folding chair to try and get it down, and fell off Broke my right upper arm. As my mom put it "She fell on the grass, mind you"!! I remember running into the house crying and my mom shushed me because she was on the phone with my older brother, who was in the Navy. He had to kindly suggest she get off the phone and see what the problem. Second break came a couple years later. Was during recess at school. We were playing in the gym rather than out side, as it was raining. I was running during a game of tag, and tripped over some lunch boxes on the floor. Broke right arm (again) near the elbow. I remember the lunch mother got all hysterical and grabbed me in a bear hug from behind. I was calm (been there, done that before) and had to be the one to tell a classmate to go get the school nurse.
 
Second grade, fell off the swing at our country school at recess. Cracked right wrist.
High school, riding behind the tractor, fell off and was run over by a wagon loaded with hay bales. Broke left ankle. In cast for entirely too long.
Football in high school. Dislocated right thumb. It still is noticeable as the socket is much larger than the left thumb.

Once "adult and knows better"....
Have broken every toe on both feet at least once.
Went off a building in 1977, landed on frozen ground, and shatter the lower leg bone where it joins the knee. 31 days in the hospital and a cast from the toes clear up to the crotch.
Got that knee totally replaced in 2009. 30 years later, the total knee replacement saw me in the hospital 24 hours and no cast. My, how times have changed.
 
I was a pretty rough and tumble kid and never broke any bones. Then as an adult I have broken a toe so often the Dr sent me for a bone density test. I have great bones, need to learn to slow down and stop accidentally kicking furniture.
 
I never broke any bones which was amazing. I did "break" my nose, though I know it is cartilage--got hit playing dodgeball with my brothers. It swelled up. Had some deep scars on both knees from falling on the playground. We didn't have chips, it was macadam. As an adult, broken toes numerous times. Have a bad habit of walking into doors!
 
One of the things we liked to do as a kid was to jump off the swing at it's highest point. Really good chance to break something, there. The next-door boy was a bit of a sissy and I dared him to do the jump. I'll admit, I really ragged him to. Finally, he did and I'll never forget the sound of the "snap" when his arm broke. His mother was sure I was the devil personified who led her boy into danger.

But, that's OK, the next Christmas, he shot me in the forehead with his Daisy Red Ryder BB Rifle, right over my left eye. Once again, it WAS mostly my fault. He was pointing it at me, I grabbed the barrel and pulled, his finger pulled the trigger and the "YOU'LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT" mother's cry almost happened. I ran home crying and my dad, muttering about my intelligence, hoicked the bb out with a needle, put on a butterfly bandage and gave me a tetanus shot the next day (my dad was as good as a doctor for routine stuff). I was quite the celebrity around the neighborhood, except with the boy next door, who got his rifle taken away for a month. I still have a little dimple over my eye to remind me.
 
Broke my right arm when I was 5 climbing on the ladder of our swingset. Or rather,falling OFF the ladder of our swingset. 6 weeks in a cast to my shoulder-except for the last week or two-my sister and I would wrestle all the time and I would hear this ripping sound. Then one day,after hearing the rip,I was able to bend my arm at the elbow. Ooops. Doc just cut the cast down to elbow length-it was nice.Broke my femur and tibia when I was almost 17 racing my soon to be sister in law on dirtbikes-except we were on the street and I crashed. Hip to toe cast for three months. No fun.

Speaking of no fun.....I have an online "friend" in Rochester,NY who is 9 months pregnant and having a scheduled C-section next Tuesday. She slipped on a kids toy on Sunday and broke her fibula in two places. Fell hard on her back-luckily baby is OK. They won`t give her any pain meds due to her stage of pregnancy so she`s having to just grin and bear it. Not going to be a fun next month or so for her.....
 
When I was 10 years old I was playing Tarzan on a rope swing with some friends.
The rope was wet and I was swinging over a ditch when my hands slipped and I fell and broke my arm in three places.
Next day at school all the kids wanted to sign my stookie ( plaster-cast ).
Never been so popular !
 
So far I haven't broken anything and I hope it continues.
 

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