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My First Time In The Emergency Room
I went to the Emergency Room for the first time when I was thirteen years old. It all came aboutwhen I was skateboarding in front of my grandma's house and I tried to do a trick. I almost pulled it of, but I messed it up in theend and headed to the ground with my hands down. My right wrist was twisted the wrong way in the air when I landed hard on the ground,it just broke it. At first it did not hurt at all, but when I looked down at my warped and twisted wrist , all of a suddenexcruciating pain rushed through my wrist and I came unglued. Rolling around on the ground yelling and cussing in pain, my parents saw whathappened and came running to my aid. My dad started moving it around saying, "it's not broken," as my mom was saying over and over again weneed to go to the emergency room to get the real diiagnosis. After about fifteen minutes of yelling and screaming, I finally got upand held my wrist as I walked to the car. The whole way to the ER the pain got worse and worse. Later I foound out the increase in painwas due to massive swelling against the broken bone. I had to sit in the waiting room for almost and hour which seemed loke forever.After waiting impatiently, I finally got into the doctor's office where I got an X-Ray and found out my wrist was truly broken.