The moment school ends a gigantic weight lifts from your shoulders, almost everybody is happy when the summer holidays arrive, but I was not. To understand the reason for this we have to go back of two weeks before the end of school.
On Monday 9 June Henry, an old classmate, had planned a party, and it consisted in driving go-carts! A big part of the class came to the party, and all went well until the unhappy event occurred. I was driving happily when in the middle of a turn the cart started going straight. I saw the wall come closer and closer, I was hopeless, i tried to turn, and break, but the cart continued i his deadly speed, until with a great bang I crashed into the barrier. I got up and tried to walk, I made two steps and then sat down, the only thing that hurt was my leg, and then they gave me the bad news that the leg was broken.
I passed three days in the hospital; they gave me a bad news after good news, but at the end the only bad news were that they had to put a nail in my foot, and I had to stay two months without using the leg. I had broken both of two bones that make up the lower part of the leg, and worse of all, the two bones had moved. The rehabilitation was to be long, but at the end my leg would be as good as if it was new.
I had an enormous plaster, which covered completely my leg, and the hospital of Trieste wanted to leave it for all the healing time. The problem was that it was summer, and the heat entered in the plaster making me suffer greatly. To fight this problem we went in the mountains where they had cured my other leg when I broke it. There they said it was nonsense to keep the nail and the plaster all the summer, so they took them off and they put a light protection on my leg and they said in some days I could also walk with the light plaster.
In the summer we had planed to go to Africa, and we all hoped my leg cured fast enough to be able to depart. This time the hospital in the mountains gave us problems, and it said that the light plaster could not be taken of, so we went o the hospital of Trieste. There they took off the plaster, and told I could walk freely. So we went to Africa, and I had a beautiful summer also with the unhappy accident.
Having a broken leg is terrible, and after this accident I promised myself that I will never drive a go-cart again in my life, and also with the car I will pay attention. I hope this will never happen again, and I will try to make sure this is true.
On Monday 9 June Henry, an old classmate, had planned a party, and it consisted in driving go-carts! A big part of the class came to the party, and all went well until the unhappy event occurred. I was driving happily when in the middle of a turn the cart started going straight. I saw the wall come closer and closer, I was hopeless, i tried to turn, and break, but the cart continued i his deadly speed, until with a great bang I crashed into the barrier. I got up and tried to walk, I made two steps and then sat down, the only thing that hurt was my leg, and then they gave me the bad news that the leg was broken.
I passed three days in the hospital; they gave me a bad news after good news, but at the end the only bad news were that they had to put a nail in my foot, and I had to stay two months without using the leg. I had broken both of two bones that make up the lower part of the leg, and worse of all, the two bones had moved. The rehabilitation was to be long, but at the end my leg would be as good as if it was new.
I had an enormous plaster, which covered completely my leg, and the hospital of Trieste wanted to leave it for all the healing time. The problem was that it was summer, and the heat entered in the plaster making me suffer greatly. To fight this problem we went in the mountains where they had cured my other leg when I broke it. There they said it was nonsense to keep the nail and the plaster all the summer, so they took them off and they put a light protection on my leg and they said in some days I could also walk with the light plaster.
In the summer we had planed to go to Africa, and we all hoped my leg cured fast enough to be able to depart. This time the hospital in the mountains gave us problems, and it said that the light plaster could not be taken of, so we went o the hospital of Trieste. There they took off the plaster, and told I could walk freely. So we went to Africa, and I had a beautiful summer also with the unhappy accident.
Having a broken leg is terrible, and after this accident I promised myself that I will never drive a go-cart again in my life, and also with the car I will pay attention. I hope this will never happen again, and I will try to make sure this is true.
1 comment:
No fun breaking bones! That is weird that one hospital said you needed a giant plaster and another said you needed hardly any at all, then the Trieste doctors who had said you needed the biggest plaster later said you didn't even need the small one given by the mountain hospital. Don't let this put you off driving go-carts forever. They are just too much fun!
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