Is there a better way than to welcome the first days of the year with a broken? That's what I got here! A broken left foot!
I was playing football with friends when one of them tried to tackle me so bad and I wanted to avoid that tackle by jumping over. unluckily, I fell on the left side of my left foot. I felt a terrible pain and I knew I broke some bone there but I tried to deny that and stand again on my feet. I pulled myself together and stood again but I couldn't hold it to stand on my injured foot. I quietly went to the side of the field hopping with one leg. A friend drove me back home and I convinced myself it's only a bruise and I will get better in the next day but I was wrong.
I woke up in the morning and my left foot was swollen. Nobody was home though; my father was at work, my brother and sisters were at college and my mother went shopping. Anyway, I could handle it with one leg and I brought some ointment and put some on my swollen foot and then I bandaged it. Later, my mother found out about my foot and went crazy of course but I assured her that I was ok. But she decided that I have to see a doc and she hurried to get me a taxi and drag me to the hospital.
As soon as we got there, a paramedic hurried to me with a wheelchair and asked me to sit down on it.. "No! Thank you! I can manage!" I said. but the Paramedic replied: "but your foot is injued, boy!". I didn't pay to him any attention as my mother brought me a crutch. Later, I was examined by a doc who said that I have a fracture in my instep and he sent me to an orthopaedic to splint it. The orthopaedic was very nice as he told me he's been in this field for more than 25 years. He told me that in the same year I was born, he did his 1st operation in his career. "It was terrible at those days because we were in Al Qadisiya war" he meant the Iraqi-Iranian war. "I had to splint about 20 to 30 people a day" he added. Then, he told me to come and see him again in five days. I went out to find my mother was crying! She called my father and she couldn't hold it and she cried... "What the.. Mother?! What are you doing?!" I felt ashamed and sorry for being such a clumsy son! It's my 1st time that I break some bone of me.
Anyway... Here are couple of photos:
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10 comments:
Salamtak! I know how you feel... when I attempted suicide and got poisoned my father found my mother in tears five times in day! I felt terrible about it... but what can we do? Arab mothers are so emotionally attached to their babies... hehe :P Yallah, get well soon. Ciao! xo - Sarah
Habibi, habibi, habibi.
What shall we do with you...?
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salamat dude :)
it always gets better, takes time, but gets better :)
You jumped off the stairs and broke your foot?!
Hmmm...you and that person who kept smashing her finger are a perfect pair! :D
Take it easy, and try not to bend, smash or otherwise injure any other body parts. :)
@ Sarah,
Arab mothers are so emotionally attached to their babies.
All mothers are attached emotionally and spiritually with their babies. Thanks for ur kind wishes! :)
@ Melantrys,
It's da Mel over here! Let's have a party, lads! :P
Welcome back, dear!
Erm... what shall you do with me?! :-s... Oh, look who's behind! *runs and hides*
@ 13,
No F'in way! Anarki's here too! :-O
:P
Thanks a lot, man! It's good to have you back! :)
@ Lynnette,
Take it easy, and try not to bend, smash or otherwise injure any other body parts.
Thanks for your advice, dudette! :)
Btw, who's she who kept smashing her fingers?! :P
That's rough, man! I remember the first time I broke a bone. My dad, a doctor, had to break it the rest of the way without any anesthetic in order to put it into a cast. Not fun...consider yourself lucky!
"The moral of the story is : Don't jump off the stairs!"
It is indeed. I'll remember that.
:-)
Get well soon.
@ Matt,
sup, fella?!
consider yourself lucky!
After the horrible scene of fracture cases I have seen in the hospital, I think I'm lucky! :)
@ Don Cox,
It is indeed. I'll remember that.
You should! :P
@ Carol,
Spamming is bad, m'kay?!
I hope you get well soon.
Anyway, this is called cast and not splint you can check it on google pictures.
In Iraq I think we don't have splints at all!!
Ya, jumpin' the last steps and felling on the edge of a swimin' pool result in broken Tibia bone.
My best wishes for you ...
Iraqi Bourgeois
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