手受伤的过程和康复的过程英语作文

My Hurt Hand and Getting Better

One sunny Saturday morning, I was out playing in my backyard like I do almost every weekend. I love being outside and running around. My friends Bobby and Jamal came over and we were tossing a baseball back and forth. We've played catch hundreds of times, but this day something went really wrong. Jamal threw the ball a little too high and too far to my left. I had to really stretch out my left arm and lean that way to try to catch it. Just as the ball reached the very tips of my fingers on that extended arm, I felt a sudden sharp pain shoot through my wrist. \"Owwwww!\" I yelled out loud as the ball popped out of my hand and rolled across the grass.

Bobby and Jamal both stopped and looked over at me with concern on their faces. \"What's wrong, dude?\" Bobby asked. I was holding my left wrist with my right hand. Tears were starting to well up in my eyes from the intense throbbing pain.

\"I think I really hurt my wrist bad when I tried to catch that ball,\" I managed to say through gritted teeth. The shooting pain was travelling all the way up my forearm now.

Jamal's eyes got big. \"Oh no, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to throw it that far off.\" He looked really upset about it.

Bobby came over and gently took my arm to look at the wrist. \"Yeah, this doesn't look good. It's already starting to swell up.\"

Sure enough, my wrist was puffing up and turning a deep red color. Every time I tried to move it even a tiny bit, searing pain shot through it. We decided they'd better go home and that I needed to get inside to ice it and have my mom take a look at it right away.

When my mom saw how swollen and bruised my wrist looked, she knew we'd have to go get it X-rayed at the hospital. Just to be safe, she made me a temporary sling to keep my arm from moving around much on the drive over. I tried so hard not to cry from the throbbing, but a few tears still escaped down my cheeks.

At the hospital's emergency room, the doctors took a bunch of X-ray pictures of my wrist and forearm from different angles. While we waited for the results, they gave me some medicine for the pain which helped a lot. I was still feeling pretty scared though waiting to hear if it was broken or not.

Finally the doctor came back in with the X-rays and the news. He said the good news was that nothing was broken, which I was very relieved to hear. But the bad news was that I had something called a \"buckle fracture\" which he explained was a crack along the surface of one of the little bones in my wrist, along with a very bad sprain of all the tendons and ligaments around it. He said because of how swollen and unstable it was, I would need to get a full cast from my hand up to my elbow to stabilize the whole area so it could heal properly over the next 6-8 weeks. I felt a little scared at the thought of being in a cast for that long, but I also knew it was what I needed to get better.

The doctor wrapped up my arm from mid-hand to just below my elbow in a big plaster cast and temporary splint while the plaster dried and hardened. It felt heavy and awkward at first, but I tried to stay brave. Then he wrote on the instructions for how to take care of it, like keeping it dry when bathing and watching for any increased pain.

On the ride home, my mind was spinning with all sorts of questions. How would I be able to do basic things like getting dressed, eating, and going to the bathroom? Would I be able to go back to school right away or have to stay home for a while? Could I still play outside at all or would I be stuck inside the

whole time? I was really worried about falling behind in school too since it would be so hard to write.

My mom could see I was looking really anxious, so she gave me a reassuring smile. \"Don't worry sweetie, we'll get through this together. I'm going to help you learn how to adapt and keep up with all your normal activities as much as possible until your arm is all better.\"

Over the next few days, we worked together to figure out all the new adjustments I'd need to make. Mom helped me practice getting dressed one-handed, using scissors to cut my food, and rigging up tools to help me grip things like pencils and eating utensils. We made a waterproof cover for my cast so I could still take baths. I even learned some fun new tricks like catching smaller things in the open end of the cast.

At first I felt really clumsy and frustrated with how much harder everything was now. Using my non-dominant hand for almost everything was not easy at all! But slowly but surely, I got the hang of more and more tasks. My amazing mom and teachers at school helped me enormously to keep up with my schoolwork. Sometimes I did have to take breaks and really focus, or dictate an assignment or test verbally instead of writing it out. But I kept plugging away at it all.

The hardest part was not being able to play any sports or roughhouse types of games for fear of jostling or re-injuring my wrist while it was healing. I missed playing catch and all the running around so much. But mom made sure I could still get outside for gentle walks, climbing on the playset carefully, or just hanging out in the backyard when the weather was nice. Each week at my follow-up appointments, my doctor did X-rays to monitor how the buckle fracture and all the torn tendons were healing up. It was such a slow process, but I could gradually see the swelling decrease little by little. Sometimes it still throbbed quite a bit at night or when I accidentally bumped it, but the pain was slowly becoming more manageable. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor said the bones and soft tissues had repaired themselves enough that I was ready to get the cast removed and transition to just a firm brace or splint. I was overjoyed at those words! Having that big heavy cast off would feel like a huge weight lifted.

The doctor used a specialized saw to cut through the plaster cast, cringing at how loud and uncomfortable the vibrating motion was against my skin. But at last it was off, and I could finally see my arm again! It was pale and looked almost creepy thin from having all those weeks of being completely

immobilized. The doctor gently bent and twisted my wrist and hand through some basic range of motion exercises as I winced with how stiff everything felt.

But that first little bit of movement was such a relief after so many weeks of being totally rigid. The doctor fitted me with a rigid splint and brace that I would need to wear for a few more weeks to protect the area as I worked to get my flexibility and strength back.

Over the next month, I did lots of rehab exercises to rebuild my arm muscles which had atrophied so much from disuse. Things like squeezing a soft ball, doing gentle wrist rotations, and working on grip strength with a therapist. Regaining my dexterity and stamina was tough at first and brought some new aches and pains. But my body adapted bit by bit. I can still remember the pride I felt the first time I could make a complete straight line with my fingers again.

When that brace finally came off for good, I couldn't stop moving and bending my wrist around in amazement. It was definitely weaker than my other arm still and got fatigued faster. But I was just so thrilled to have that freedom of mobility back after such an awfully long process of recovery.

These days when I look back on that whole experience, I'm reminded of what a difficult journey it was both physically and mentally. All of the pain, inconvenience, and having to relearn simple tasks was so frustrating and draining at times. But I made it through it all with the help of my wonderful support system of family, friends, and teachers.

I now have a healthy appreciation for how crucial our hands and wrists are to almost every aspect of life. From big things like being able to participate in sports and activities, all the way down to tying our shoes and zipping up jackets. I'll never take that dexterity for granted again. Building up my strength, flexibility, and coordination was grueling but paid off.

While my experiences don't make me want to go through anything like that again anytime soon, they did teach me so much about perseverance, adaptability, and managing life's unexpected challenges head on. I'm much more conscious now about things like keeping my body safe, listening to it when something hurts, and not trying to push through an injury. Taking the long road of doing rehab exercises the right way has left me stronger in the long run.

So while that hurt hand seemed like such a catastrophe at the time I was living through it, the whole ordeal gave me some