Joanne's FAVORITE answer:I have broken one bone - a small bone in my right foot.This unfortunate injury was sustained as I tried to depart the apartment of my ex-boyfriend's mother. She and I were both struggling with the news that the ex in question was gay. As I left her apartment and was heading down the stairs she said, "I always thought you'd be my daughter." I told her that I always would be, put on a brave face, and tried to exit with a hopeful bounce in my step. I took this a bit too far and fell down the remaining three steps. Two days away from a dance concert that I was supposed to be in, I told myself that everything was fine. I went to work as a cashier at a grocery store and attempted to force myself through a dance class before someone finally insisted that I go to the hospital. I asked the doctor how much dancing I would be able to do with the break and he asked me how much dancing I thought I could do with a cast and crutches. Obviously, none. I was not okay. This was not a fine ride.Ah, but bones and hearts can heal...
Joanne's answer:Thankfully, I have never broken a bone...which is quite impressive given how clumsy I am and how often I fall down! Guess that extra padding is good for something after all...well, that, and being a human buoy!
And the other answers!Never broke a bone in my life, no matter what trauma I sustained. Lets hear it for MILK!
The only bone i have ever broken was my left ring finger. 2 weeks ago. Playing football. One of my RAs told me i was the only "chick" he knows who has broken a bone playing football. The ball jammed my finger and I went a few days before going to the doc. I didn't want a crooked left ring finger on the off chance i will actually get married (no, not bitter!!) and would have to look at weird close-up photos of my hand in my wedding album. I can't lift weights for 6 weeks. 6 weeks for a stupid finger!!!
Hair line fracture in my right foot...car ran over it...though it hurt I didn't think it was broken and thus didn't go to the doc until 5 months later when it got colder and it really started hurting....too late to do anything about it...this was when I was around 16 or so...to this day..if it's too cold it starts hurting...
Only bone I've broken is my ankle. I was sledding and flipped off my sled, did a flip in the air, and sat on my ankle, breaking the bone that holds the attachment point of tibia to the ankle. It instantly swelled up to the size of a softball, but I couldn't feel it or tell how painful it was, because I hadn't put any weight on it yet. That and before I could get up, here comes my brother on his sled behind me and he runs me over, literally, knocking me up into the air again and coming down in a pile. After that, I tried to get up, but just laid there and waited for the world to stop spinning. He checked on me and I told him I was alright, so he went back up the hill and came down again. I just laid there. He helped me up and I really didn't feel any pain, so I walked back up the hill. He said he was going back home, but I wanted to go down the hill one more time. So he left me. I went down the hill no problem, but when I tried to get up the second time, it hit me and I crumbled to the ground in pain. I couldn't put any weight on it, so I crawled up the hill and back to our house on my hands and knees, about a quarter mile. When I got there I took off my boots and that is when I saw it, huge, black and blue, and painful. I got a cast, it healed and I haven't had any problems since.
I dated a guy when I was 19 who made me feel amazinglybeautiful and sexy at first and it was intoxicating. Eventually, he started controlling me - mentally andthen physically and became emotionally abusive. Ithought I could make things better between us byunderstanding the root of his need to control me andall the other things women believe when they are inabusive relationships. Nothing worked, and thingskept getting worse and worse. I began having bruisesaround my neck and wrists from where he would grab meif I tried to leave his house. There were otherincidents, but nothing really was as bad as the mentalfuck that happened every time I tried to talk to himabout things. Anyway, one night I went over to hishouse, and he was being a royal shithead, and Idecided I had had enough. I was going to leave hishouse not his girlfriend no matter what it took. Iknew it was going to end with physical pain, and I wasready to accept it, whatever it would be. As Iexplained to him that I was no longer going to be hisgirlfriend, he tried to argue with me, but eventuallyit became clear that I had made up my mind. At thatpoint, he became completely evil and strange. I gotreally scared. He had never been so completely insanebefore and he was saying the most awful things I hadever heard in my life (and still to this day, no onehas ever said such horrible things to me). My bodywent into complete Fight or Flight response, and I ranpast him, out of his room and out the front door ofthe house. I decided I would run home and not lookback. But, he chased me. He was chasing after medown this busy street, trying to grab my shoulder,telling me we weren't done yet, we still needed totalk about things. I kept screaming for him to leaveme alone, but he wouldn't so eventually, I stopped,and punched him in the face. He was standing behindme, so I punched him at a really weird angle. When Ihit him, I sort of hit him with the edge of my thumbrather than the true front part of my fist. And, Ibroke my thumb. I could hear it crack as it hit himin the mouth. It was totally like in the movies whereeverything was in super slow motion. It really pissedhim off, and he grabbed me and threw me to the ground.I tried to catch myself on my hands which probablydidn't help my broken thumb and they got all scrapedup and bloody as did my knees. More stuff happenedthat night, but eventually, my roommates rescued meand by the time I got home, my hand was already reallyswollen. In the days after, it became many nastyshades of purple, blue, green and yellow. It was myright hand, so it made my finals very difficult, but Istill managed to get 2 As and 2 Bs that semester. And, I started therapy that week it happened, andlearned a lot about relationships, communication andtrue intimacy. I am actually extremely thankful thatthat relationship happened because I am afraid Iwouldn't have learned those things had I not hitrock-bottom with Fuckhead Tyler (which is what I callhim now because he doesn't deserve to be called by his real name).
I have only broken one bone - my pelvis.I was in this tree that had a swing. You had to climb to the top, grabthe swing, and jump. Well the tree was at least two stories high andfire ants were crawling all over it. As I made my way to the top, myfear kept growing. The ants were big and yucky. When I got to the top,I looked down, thought "shit, thats a long way down" and the nextthing I remember was being in the hopsital. Apparently, my friendssaid that I passed out and fell directly from the tree. I onlyremember waking up and thinking I was 12 (but I was 16), I thoughtthat JFK was president, and I could not identify who I later learnedwas my mom and step-dad -- I also could not figure out why I was in somuch pain.Eventually (within hours) I remembered everything (except falling fromthe tree). I had a severe concussion and a broken pelvic bone. I had to spend that whole summer in bed. It freakin sucked.
Would multiple breaks of one bone count as more than one broken bone? Zygomaticomaxillary complex fracture w/orbital floor fracture...basically I bobbed when I should have weaved and ran into the brass knuckled fist of a Crip in Tacoma, WA.
I think I broke my funnybone. It was crushed by the"system" somewhere between childhood and entering the"real" world. Anyone know a good doctor?
I have never broken a bone, I have never had a sling or crutches or anything exciting like that. I think they know I would milk it too much!
