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.

A female high school classmate of mine damaged her back while diving from the high board of a swimming pool. I visited her in a military hospital a few days later. She was in a body cast and told me what happened. She was rescued quickly from the pool in great pain and rushed to the nearby hospital. She was 16 and very embarrassed when her one piece swimming suit was cut off her leaving her wet and naked on an examination table surrounded mainly by male ER personnel. A older female nurse dried her with a towel and said she would have to trim her large pubic muff saying that shaving her would leave her itching but a scissor trim would make it easier to dry and treat her.

While the males medics watched the nurse exposed the girls pubic area which would have been more embarrassing , she told me, if she were not in such pain and worried if she would ever walk again. She was rushed to X-ray which found a spinal injury that required a body case. She was given morphine which took away all the pain and some of her embarrassment. A large plaster cast was slowly put on her by a mainly male crew with her legs wide apart. The cast covered her breasts and both legs with an opening around her genitals to let her pee and poop.

I delivered some school books for her to read as she would be in the hospital for months and would try to keep up with her school work. She was naked in the bed but covered with a sheet and blankets. She told me that she was offered a male or female nurse to care for her. She chose the mail, a young ,probably gay ,medic who quickly put her at ease when he bathed her and administered enemas. I visited her regularly and on one visit she asked me to pull back the sheets and have a look. Her large breasts were visible under the top of the cast and her pussy, now back to being covered by a her black bush had mostly grown back. She had lost all her shyness and invited me to touch her pussy which I did carefully. She asked me to stroke her clit because her male nurse said it would be inappropriate for him to do that but instructed her how to gently masturbate, something she she said she had never done.

She recovered fully and moved on to her senior year of high school with the class. I never dated her but she already had a boyfriend. She remained friends with her medic after she was discharged.

My friend broke both his legs in three different places (I don't remember how?) when he was 20. I think in total he had two broken spots in his fibula and tibia on the right leg, and then one crack on the fibula and tibia each. Left ankle broke too. Something of that sort. Pretty broken up lol

After his surgeries and stuff, by Day 3 he was in casts from the base of toes/top of the arch… all the way up past the knee at a huge elevation/lift. He pretty much was completely immobilized from the waist down.

I remember they went to monitor his leg circulation by sticking a Toe Oximeter on his middle toe. I guess it tickled a lot because I remember went to go check up on him and he was in a good amount of uncomfortable/ness. He begged me to take it off. I didn’t because it was on for a reason. Thought that was funny lol.

I had a proximal humerus fracture and fracture dislocated two fingers when I fell off my bike when I was 19. Called my dad and he came and found me and gave me a lift to hospital in his car.

Waited ages to be seen by a doctor. I needed help to take my top off as I couldn't move my shoulder or upper arm at all. Doctor checked me over then I got sent for x-rays to confirm the damage. One dislocated finger was fixed under local anaesthetic but the other one required a procedure to insert a pin in it under general anaesthetic that night. I had a full medical examination and then waited around all day as I was told I would be the last patient on the surgeon's list that day, I needed to be 'nil by mouth' meaning I couldn't eat or drink anything before the procedure. After the procedure, I stayed in hospital until early afternoon the next day as I needed a couple of intravenous antibiotic injections.

The pin stayed in my finger for four weeks. The shoulder didn't need any pins in it. Just gave me a collar and cuff type sling to wear for the first couple of weeks. It took a long time to heal. There was a lot of bruising and soft tissue damage. I had several months of physio and had to do regular exercises designed to regain movement and strength in my shoulder, arm and hand over the next 12 months.

Twice a broken ankle, in both cases as an adult.

Once, after X rays determined that the bones had moved, they put a plaster on and they booked me in for surgery. I spent something like 5 days in hospital. They screwed the bones. The leg was then held by a kind of special boot, which was removed after a while. One year after they removed the screws; a one-day surgery.

The other time, after X rays determined that the bones had not moved, they put a plaster on and that's it. The plaster was later removed.

In both cases I had to take blood thinners (I started doing the injections myself not to have to book a nurse just for that).

Beware! Plasters are incompatible with trousers that are narrow at the bottom, so I was given some paper trousers for the taxi ride back home. (I was carrying my regular trousers in a bag.)

Beware also! Painkillers + staying in bed leads some people, including myself, to strong constipation.

When I was 9 I fell off a roof while helping my my mom's boyfriend roof a house and the ambulance came and they did cut my clothes off they were so scared I had internal bleeding or broke somthing else but I kept telling them my arm hurt and nothing else. Finally it turned out I broke my arm just above my wrist and they finally put a cast on me but I had to spend like 3 days in the hospital.

A long time ago, when I was about 11 years old, I had a strange competition with my friends.

We tried to jump and land as far as possible from a swing.

My best friend had jumped quite far and I wanted to beat him.

I was swinging really high. And I jumped. But I knew immediately that things were going to go wrong. I indeed jumped very far, but landed very hard on the ground and immediately felt a lot of pain in my left forearm. I couldn't stand up.

My friends immediately called for my mother and told her what had happened.

My dear mother was of course very concerned but also furious. She called me a complete idiot. Rightly so.

We drove straight to the nearby hospital in her car. It was already late afternoon.

The doctor immediately saw that my arm was broken. Photos were taken to better see the fracture in my forearm.

The doctor also said that it would be better for me to spend the night in the hospital and the next day my arm would be straightened under anesthesia.

Even though I was in a lot of pain, I didn't feel like spending the night in the hospital.

The doctor told me this was not a good idea. It would hurt a lot. But I insisted on fixing the fore arm immediately.

I don't know how long it took, but it was probably the most painful thing ever in my life, straightening that arm.

A heavy plaster cast was then applied. Until under my armpit. It would take 6 weeks. The plaster also weighed very heavy.

The next day I was the hero at school

. All the prettiest girls in my class and the coolest boys were allowed to sign their names on my plaster cast.

But not being able to play outside for six weeks was a long time. And luckily it was my left arm. I'm right-handed.

After six weeks the plaster could finally be removed. In the hospital, a nurse cut the plaster with a kind of rotating scissors.

That was horrible, because at any moment I thought she was going to hit my arm. But she was very skilled.

The next shock was when I saw my arm. The skin was completely orange, the skin was peeling and I barely had any muscles left.

What was really bad was that there was an angle of about 90 degrees between my forearm and upper arm.

I couldn't straighten my arm at all. But the doctor came, pictures were taken and the doctor said everything was fine.

Indeed, afterwards I was able to stretch my arm a little better every day.

To end on a positive note: I have never spent a night in a hospital. I am now 50+ and hope it stays that way for a long time

. Fingers crossed as we say in Dutch.