It was about 3 years ago maybe, i had friends over and they were about to leave. But me being the idiot I am thought I should do some parkour so I tried to vault over the back of the couch. But I fell and hit my head hard, little did I know I broke my arm, I guess the pain from my head masked the pain in my arm because I didn't notice it. Until later that night my arm started swelling up like a fat kid at thanksgiving. My parents never had to deal with a broken child so they were a bit frantic. They decided to take me to the hospital the next day. I don't really remember that part but I know I got an X-ray and they wrapped my arm in a bandage, which the doctor later said they didn't do well. Then I went to another doctor to get a cast but somehow jumping off the couch broke my arm in a way that I didn't need to get the bone set. It literally broke straight through the radius and the Ulna. So I got a cast for about 3 months and then I was given a splint to wear for another month, which I lost about a week in. So that's about it I haven't broken a bone since.
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I don't care that you broke your elbow
Non-FictionA story about the time I broke my arm You thought I was going to say elbow
