Summer of Pain
On a sunny July day, my parents took me and my dog to my
aunt’s house to swim. I got tired of swimming so I went inside to relax. My dog
Indy and my aunt’s dog Cinder were playing so I laid in the middle of the
floor, turning to the left to play with them. Indy jumped over me; I turned
over to get her when I felt a pain so agonizing. I couldn’t move my left leg.
It’s like your legs locked you can’t bend or straighten it. The pain was a severe
sharp pain. My knee had dislocated.
“Mom!!” I said as
loud as I could.
No answer.
“MOTHER” I
screamed.
“What?” she yelled back.
“MY KNEE” I screamed again.
By this time, the adults all came rushing towards me. My
uncle was a coach. He examined my knee. He looked up at my parents and said
“Call 911”. My dad went off to call them as my mom stayed with me to keep me
calm. The pain got worse by the second. It felt like eternity before the
paramedics got to the house. The paramedics also examined it.
“Were taking her to the hospital” one of the EMTs said.
“We’re not touching her leg.” The other one
said. They carefully got me in the ambulance. My mom went with me as my dad
drove my aunt and uncle. They started giving me pain medicine.
“So, how old are you Kristin” the EMT asked.
“13.” I
replied.
“You’re only 13? Well your about to feel really good” he
looked at my mom.
“I gave her
medicine for a 15 year old” he said to her.
Once I got put in a room and the doctor can in. he
started talking to us examining my knee. Then POP! I screamed as it echoed. My
knee was finally in place.
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