Arm or leg broken experiences

Never had a broken bone just a broken heart.

I was 15, and at my grandmother's house while my parents were at my sister's school.

This was over 50 years ago, and we didn't hear sirens as much, and, as teen guys do, I went tearing out the door, across her painted porch, hit the top, 4th, 7th step and front walk.

Stood up, and my ankle felt like rubber bands.

How I got up the 12 steps, I can't remember, but my pediatrician told my parents, that's hard to break, take him to teaching hospital and get it xrayed.

Welllllll… I had once again done the difficult! The right ankle was bussssted.

They phoned report to kiddie klinic, and we were instructed to go to ANOTHER hospital, where I got the classic ,HEAVY plaster cast.

I remember mom saying how nice they were just ripping the seam of my slacks.

I was on crutches, and we had to go downtown to get school pics made, and I remember dodging little blue haired ladies in the parking garage, lol.

When we went to the office, we wondered why so many football pics. The guy was the NFL team's doc.

Nose, when my sister was practicing cheerleading in the house doing cartwheels and her foot hit me in the nose, 12. WANTED TO KILL HER, because I told her about doing that shit in the house. Wrist, jumped off the back of a moving car at 14. Ankle, slipped off the roof of a shed in the middle of the night in the dead of a snow storm buzzed up trying to impress a girl, 24. Middle finger when a softball was hit back to me real hard when I was pitching, 31.

The only time I broke a bone was when I broke my left arm when I was 11 in the park when I was playing football and fell. I was in hospital for six days and had to have the seam of my t-shirt cut to remove it.

A story comes to mind. I practiced a lot of skiing and skating as a kid. When I was 12 years old, my mother noticed that I was limping on my right leg. My parents took me to an orthopedist, and he discovered that I couldn't fully straighten my leg in the knee. I was sent to a hospital to a department of orthopedics. The doctor at the hospital decided to straighten my leg as much as possible in the knee and put a bandage on it. One day I was taken to the treatment room. There were a male doctor and a nurse already waiting for me. I was told to strip down to my underwear and lie on the couch. The nurse started to prepare a plaster bandage, and the doctor examined my leg and said:

“I want to hyperextend and put a plaster bandage on your leg from the foot to the groin fold.”

I nodded silently.

“You have to take off your panties for that because once you have the bandage on your leg, you won't be able to take them off anymore.” - he continued

I nodded again. Now I'd say the hell with the panties, you can cut them after the procedure. But I was little then, didn't understand many things, and eventually, I felt sorry for cutting my underpants. I took my panties off. And I was lying naked with my pussy up for a long time while the doctor put a bandage on my leg.

• how old were you?
• what happened?
• what happened in the hospital?
• did they cut or take your clothes off ? If yes what had to come off ?

It was a year ago on the 21st. I was 58 years old and broke both of my arms and spider cracked my left cheek The ladder I was climbing down off went one way, I went the other. It was only 4 or 5 feet off the ground. I hit the ground on my right shoulder and must have tried to "catch myself" with my left arm.

My right arm had the ball broken off of the humorous. The ball was broken into 3 pieces. My right arm was broken just above the wrist. The radius now has a plate because it was a 1 1/2 inch diagonal break. The ulna was a straight break so it healed on it's own.

In the ER they cut my shirt off as it was just a work shirt. I had them carefully take off my bra, as it was new to me. There was no way I was going to get the shirt off, I wasn't moving those arms. The bra did take a little bit to get off, but it was removed whole. Thus meaning I had to wear an ER gown home. Everything else would come off and on with some help from sub.

I had an MRI done on my shoulder and the left side of my face, which hit a 3 inch tree trunk laying there. An angel of mercy gave me pain killers before I got this done. Thank goodness because my shoulder was not happy laying down and still for the face MRI.

The same nurse or medical professional gave me something to knock me out when they set my left arm. That was great because feeling nothing was wonderful.

I'm sure I am forgetting some details, but in the circumstances it is expected

Aside from various broken fingers, my worst break was a broken fibula. I was pulling out of a driveway on my motorcycle and somehow caught the toe of my boot on the curb. My foot got pulled completely around 180 degrees. Far worse than the actual break were the torn and stretched ligaments. I was in a cast for two months.

Broken arm age 3- fell off monkey bars at daycare, broken leg age 4- jumping off stack of mats in gymnastics same daycare. I woke up in the hospital & the doctor was twisting my plaster cast on my arm. I don’t remember much about my leg other than I had a cast when I woke up

Some interesting stories here!

Fractured my wrist when I was 8 years old falling off my bunk bed. I somehow rolled off the top even though there were guardrails. We didn't realize it was broken until 3 days later when it still remained swollen and tender; it hurt but not so much that I was screeching in pain. Was in a cast for 3 weeks but otherwise okay!

Maybe to expand the topic: I injured my brachial plexus at the beginning of this year. I have some permanent intermittent pain in my shoulder and down my arm but no muscle weakness or sensory deficits fortunately! Maybe if others' here haven't broken a bone but had an interesting injury they can add it here too!

You may find this unsettling but it is all very true. I was 8 years old and a few months in foster home 3. I was screwing around in the garage with one of the other boys. I slipped and knocked over a can of turpentine. My FP's became angry, pushed me down then beat me senseless breaking my right arm in the process.

The good and kindly neighbors witnessed the incident and contacted the police. Soon enough there were flashing blue lights and EMS in the driveway.

I was beaten, bruised and in intense pain from the broken arm. I was taken to the hospital then sent to a juvenile care facility for 9 months.