It was summer 2009 and my team and I were at the annual Grafton soccer tournament. Well it's actually not that exciting but there was only two teams in our bracket and one of them was us, so basically we only play one team the entire weekend. I'll just skip right to the story. So our first game it was raining and by the color of the sky it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon, but there was no lightning or thunder so the games went on.
The first game was about to start and my team was stepping out onto the field. Our coach never wanted us to worry.. or even think about the weather, but you could tell by the way our parents were dressed like the world was going to end and then the sun was going to die that the weather was going to get bad.
The same as any other game you had to choose who got the ball first, the usual heads or tails never seems to fail. The ref through the coin up into the air and it was the other teams ball first.
The wait right before the game starts always feels like an eternity, but before I knew it the ref blew the whistle and the tournament was underway. The girl directly across from me… or my mark got the ball past to her, I went to put pressure on the ball when I blink and suddenly I'm on the ground. I got up and a sharp pain ran through my forearm and I clenched my teeth together so hard that it felt like they would all fall out, nobody saw what happened or what was happening and our coach wouldn’t let you come off the field unless you were called off or you were seriously hurt and in my case I was but again nobody saw that, so I had nothing to do but keep playing. I kept jogging up field not thinking about the games only thinking about my wrist. I was running back down field and got a glimpse of my wrist and I immediately could tell that something was really wrong.
After only a couple minutes o running up and down the field my wrist had almost doubled in size and was purple all the way around, and I guess my coach saw that and took me off the field.
No one knew how bad it actually was so the only thing that my coach could give me was a bag of ice. As soon as the ice touched my skin it was a relief but I had to take it off eventually. All of a sudden there was a large high pitched scream... it was the refs whistle which meant half time had come.
Sitting in a circle with everyone occasionally glimpsing up at you doesn't make anything better. I wasn't listening to a word that my coach was saying I was only thinking about the moment I had to take the ice bag off and if he would play me again when , but one question kept coming into my mind every time I looked down and the purple lump that stared back at me , I finally had to take the ice bag off, it didn’t feel the way I thought it was going to feel, I mean it still hurt it just didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
I hadn't even noticed that the second half had started, but I was sitting on the bench watching my team play/win and occasionally out of the corner of my eye I caught my coach and teammates looking at me for a few seconds, but I just ignored it and kept on watching. Finally my coach was looking at me about ten times a minute, and I guess I looked worse than I felt, but he told me to go to the medical tent anyway.
As soon as I got up everything around me turned blue and started moving in a really random weird way that I had never seen before I got really woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I sucked it up, because I knew that there was chairs in the tent and I knew as soon as I got there I could sit down again. When I got there I found my mom there waiting for me, the sad part was there was no doctors or nurses in the tent it was just me and my mom sitting in a tent in the middle of a giant soccer park. After about ten minutes of just sitting in a chair next to my mom icing my wrist my brother came over and all he said was "watch" in a very mischievous tone, I had no idea what he was about to do.
He walks up to the little carts they had with different kinds of food asks the man working there for a cup of ice, still I had no idea what he was going to do. My brother always knows how to make me laugh when I'm feeling down and I will say when he grabbed the cup of ice and tiptoed up behind my dad and dumped the ice down his back.... let's just say that it worked.
After the game ended everyone on my team came over and asked the same exact question....." Are you OK?" I gave everyone the chance to ask it just so I could maybe cheer myself up. After they were all done I said only once "Mmmhh". Well we had another soccer game in a couple of hours so they couldn't leave but I could so my mom, dad, brother, grandma, and grandpa and I all left and everybody else in the car decided that they were hungry when we were halfway home so I had to sit in a restaurant eating nothing in fear of throwing up, and let me say watching my grandpa eat while I'm starving isn't the most appetizing thing, and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.
I told my mom that I had to go to the bathroom and politely got up from the booth and walked over to the bathroom. I guess I was in there for longer than I thought because I heard the door open "Maggie"? I couldn't find the strength to say anything, I barely got out a grunt, which I guess she's used to because my brother does that all of the time. She found me just as I got up from the floor of the bathroom. I think she knew that there was something wrong I just don't think she knew what was wrong. The ride home was a very quiet ride for me basically because after that everyone decided that they wanted ice cream so we went to Dairy Queen and then a Pick and Save, followed by a gas station, and by the time I had gotten home it was around 9:00 at night.
Nobody really knew that my wrist was broken and neither did I and while I was sitting on the fluffy surface of the doctors examination table I was counting how many hours I was in the car with a broken wrist and not even knowing it.... I was in the car for a total of 6 hours with a broken wrist, and in that 6 hours everyone else in the car got ice cream and lunch/dinner without me, and my mom refused to give me any pain medication. Oh yeah and in that time I still had to do all of my chores when I got home even though I fell asleep in the car four times.
Anyway all I’m trying to say is that this was one of the moments that I remember the most I mean it’s not the most exciting either but the most exciting would take too long to write and quite frankly too long to read too, but this is one of the most not really exciting, but interesting things that has happened to me.
