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REALLY SO WHAT
What A Time

DOCTORS AND BROKEN THINGS

going up at its peak so your trajectory was outward instead of
up. If you caught it just right you’d really sail and end up high
on the hill. Boy’s were the real dare devils.

Some times you had to pay for these activities. I personally
didn’t get many scrapes or bruises. My grip was pretty strong
on the monkey bars so my swing was steady. And when I
jumped off them or the swings I usually landed like a cat; on
my feet. But, not always.
I took one fatal leap. When I took that leap I hit the apex of
the swing and instead of springing forward I flew upward. I
didn’t land on my feet, but my arm. It hurt.

When I held my arm out my wrist and hand were an inch
above my elbow. It was broken, fractured. Fortunately no
bone stuck through my skin. Not that I cared. I ran up the
hill; crying.
Mom called Dr. Mitchell; he looked like Kerry Drake the
comic strip detective with white hair. He said to take me to
the hospital. Mom rushed me into the car and 20 miles to the
Alexandria Hospital. My arm was set and put into a full length
cast, from my wrist to above my elbow. My arm was
immovable.

If you’ve ever had a cast you know how after a while, a week
or so it begins to itch. I’d poked pencils, rulers, anything I
could get down it to scratch. It only helped a little.
During my recovery I was pretty active. The cast protected my
arm from further damage.

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