I'm involved in an accident and left with a broken arm. The Next few months I go through difficult times to recover. As it is filled with surgery and moments of pain and uncomfortable times.

Impact. A shock of numbness shoots through my nerves. The shock stops at my elbow, and my arm feels heavy. I bring my arm towards my chest, hold it with my left arm and the shock has faded. As the pain shoots up my arm, I notice the bump on the top of my arm. I knew instantly what it meant. Broken. Tears started to drip, not because of the pain, but because I already knew that it meant that I would not be able to race, or even be able to do normal activities and tasks. I knew that I would end up with a cast of some sort, which would make normal task more difficult and also make sleeping less comfortable, as I will have to sleep on the recliner instead of my bed.

A few days pass and I am getting a checkup on my arm first thing in the morning. Once we finally get to talk with a doctor, discuss the situation and get some x-rays. Which meant taking my splint off. Now that wasn’t too much of a deal, as that was easy, but I would also be able to see how my arm is doing. As the splint comes off, I feel my arm just turn into a blob, the muscles were swollen and just spread all around and just made my arm look “fat”. The x-rays turned out good and we talked about how to get the arm fixed. We ended up deciding that we would do surgery and put in plates and screws to get everything fixed and lined up, plus we had to work with some other hardware that was already in there from a previous injury.

Surgery day comes, I go through the routine of getting ready, no eating for about 9 hours, get my I.V. in and find out we have to wait another hour. The hour goes by and I get taken to the surgery room and then they all get ready and I get the anastagia. I was out in seconds. Later I finally woke up in the recovery room, the nurse check how I’m going, and since the anastagia had worn off mostly, we started to get ready to leave. But, my stomach wasn’t too happy, as simple movements such as sitting up made me nauseous. After several movements and throw ups, I was ready to leave. So then the nurse then took out the I.V. and we were on our way. Luckily the drive home was only 5 minutes, so it wasn't much of a problem for me, since I was still feeling sick. At this time I wasn’t feeling much pain in my arm.

The next day rolls around, I wake up with a steady pain in my arm, so I figure I ask my parents for some pain meds, and hope that it’ll go away with some time. A few hours later and the pain hasn’t gotten any better, just worse. I push through the rest of the day, hoping that the next day won’t be so bad as I just got out of surgery. So I wake up the next day, and boy was it bad. The pain was the worst yet and the pain meds weren't helping. The pain became unbearable to the point where I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I complained about how it hurt so bad for too long, then the medication started to kick in enough for me to calm down, then I allowed myself to calm down and made it through the day. The next morning I slept in for a while, the pain had gone down, but it still hurt. It was also tough to make it through that day, but in the end I made it, hoping that tomorrow it would finally be gone. As I woke up the next day, I noticed that the pain was barely noticeable and I was finally relieved that I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain anymore. Over the next few days I became more comfortable with moving my arm around and no longer have pain to worry about.

           A week later I get the stitches out, and another 2 months of physical therapy go by quickly. But I’m finally made a full recovery and ready to do anything now. Finally done with recovering from a bone break injury for the 4th time. But that’s just how things go when you participate in dangerous sports.