I'd like to talk about a sad day in my life. The day I broke my arm.
6 years ago, I was at school, after our classes at 4 p.m., I was rushing out of class with my friends and messing around, one of my classmates pushed me and the class was a bit high like 4 ladders from the ground. I fell down on my arm, I didn't feel like anything happened to me, and I just started to joke about it with my friends. A minute later I had a terrible pain in my arm, so I started telling my friends that I broke my arm, but none of them took me seriously and kept joking about it, but one of them felt that something was wrong with my arm and he started to check my hand. I decided to go home and as I came in my mom panicked and she thought I got hit by a car, she took me to the hospital, and the doctors decided to operate on my arm the next day cause it was really urgent.
The next morning they woke me up for the surgery and cut my arm open and put 2 scales on them, after I was conscious after 2 hours from the surgery, I had a terrible pain, I couldn't even sleep at night because it was really painful. The other thing was that I had my finals the next morning, so my parents got me my books to study at hospital.
I got sent back to my home. The funny thing is, I used the cover on my hand to hide my cheating little papers. After 3 weeks I went back to the doctors to get my covers removed. It was my first time to see my arm after the surgery, I was definitely scared and was really surprised, it was really black and I had lots of dead skin. It was the hardest thing that I had to do.
Until now I feel depressed when I look at my arm, I even uploaded my arm picture so you can see.
I'll never forget about this day.
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