Post by Ben on Sept 30, 2009 1:43:29 GMT 2
I was playing basketball with some friends in 8th grade and a big guy fell over straight into my knee. It made a crunching sound and I went down, and I thought I was good after about 30 seconds, stood up, and then collapsed.
My teacher made me WALK back into the fucking school building (still not sure how I managed that), down to the office, and into the nurse's room all by myself. They gave me crutches and told me to get it checked out.
My parents waited until the next morning to take me to the doctor. The verdict: hyperextended knee. So no hospital for me really, even though I probably should have gone to one to make sure it wasn't serious. There was also one time in first grade where I KNOW I suffered a concussion, but my dad brushed it aside and told me to quit complaining. I still don't think he ever told my mother about that incident, because he was supposed to be watching me when it happened.
My teacher made me WALK back into the fucking school building (still not sure how I managed that), down to the office, and into the nurse's room all by myself. They gave me crutches and told me to get it checked out.
My parents waited until the next morning to take me to the doctor. The verdict: hyperextended knee. So no hospital for me really, even though I probably should have gone to one to make sure it wasn't serious. There was also one time in first grade where I KNOW I suffered a concussion, but my dad brushed it aside and told me to quit complaining. I still don't think he ever told my mother about that incident, because he was supposed to be watching me when it happened.
