Without a specific topic to write about, I am almost lost
without any lead on this blog. But since I have no pictures or any meaningful
song lyrics to post I suppose I’ll figure something out to write about. Maybe my
previous injuries? Well, when I was in eighth grade I played baseball at De
Anza for the Pony League. I played shortstop the majority of the time. At a practice, I was fielding a ground ball
that took a nasty hop and my right middle finger to the impact. This caused it
to split open and break the tip of the bone off. Blood was everywhere from the dirt, my hand,
and my face, but I tried to remain calm. But seeing that there was a nasty open
fracture I started to freak out. I ended up going to the E.R. and receiving surgery
right there and then on my crippled finger. This injury triggered my “retirement”
from a six-year “career” of playing baseball. My next injury was just as bad
but in another sense. I broke my wrist skateboarding while doing a trick down a
set of ten stairs. I fell on it just like any other fall. But hours later the
pain kicked in and I could feel the bones in wrist touch each other when I
moved my fingers. After x-rays, I was put in a cast and was told to come in
every so often so they could monitor the healing process. After three months of
being in two different casts, I was told I needed to have surgery in order for
the bone to properly heal. Without the surgery the broken bone would have died,
which would have brought up much worse issues down the line. Lastly, my most
recent accident involves one of my favorite tools in the history of man. The chainsaw.
I was cutting a 6 foot trunk and I angled the notch on where I wanted it to
fall. But I continued to cut after the stump started to fall over, causing it
to pop off of its stump cleanly and not fall over. It pooped off standing up
straight, and started leaning toward the street. I panicked and did a scooping
motion with my hands to begin a catch, as it may have been natural reflexes.
But in this process I still had the saw in my right hand and while reaching,
the chain was still spinning from its high RPM and slit my left pinky finger
through my glove. Luckily for me, I was wearing gloves. Without them, I would
have one less finger. The surgery for this was excruciating to watch. A total
of 12 stitches, 6 stitches on the inner layer, and 6 on the outer layer. I hope
this was somewhat entertaining to read. If not, then I apologize.
