Thread:ThyMemePreacher/@comment-33374366-20171017003135

the time i dislocated and fractured my fuckin' arm oof

It was a loooooooooong time ago and i was in fourth grade enjoying the spring break, and i was riding my bike down the street where all my friends where hanging out n' shit.

note that my flip flops were wet and the bike was a bit big.

i was coming up on a van to park my bike, until i sLIPPED and fell right on my right arm.

i got up and shook off my feeling of being disoriented.

i look at my arm and its flopping in ways it shouldn't and my eyes go wide and im screaming bloody murder "GUYS I THINK MY ARM IS BROKEN, I THINK MY ARM IS BROKEN!" yeah i didn't like it one bit.

so people come over to help until my legendary mom takes me to the ER, where they take X-rays and fix the dislocation, but it was only the dislocation, the head of my humerus was still wobbling in the flesh, but i had a good ol splint.

i was taken to the hospital via ambulance after a while, and i was scheduled to have my surgery the next day but something was constricting the blood flow in my arm.

they had to do the surgery that night, hammering 4 pins into my elbow.

when i woke up 2 hours after surgery, i was happy with my big as hell red cast, which i doodled on, because before i was rolled to surgery, i stole my doctors marker/pen, those really fine markers.

i doodle a cross and the word "awesome" on it.

i didn't get sleep that night ffs  