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I am curious as to how many of us have had or have never had any broken bones. I am going to see if I can include a poll with this thread.
In comments, please add your age and any particulars as to the cause of your fractures, or instead to what you attribute your lack of fractures (good luck, strong bones, lifestyle, etc...)
I realize “serious” and “non serious” are subjective. What do you want? It isn’t a scientific poll.
I'm 40 and I've had no "serious" sprains or injuries. But yes, that is subjective. When I was around 13 or 14 I fell on both my wrists while delivering papers in the morning. It hurt a lot and up until about the last 10 years or so I would feel a pain in my wrists before it would rain (which was awesome--b/c I'm kind of psychotic like that--and also because I could say better than any weather forecast whether it would rain or not).
But I never had it treated at a doctor's or anything like that, or actually found out if it was a real sprain (though it sure seemed like it was) and neither were my wrists significantly immobilized because of that. So I wouldn't consider that a serious sprain. I remember sometimes wearing one of those wrist braces sporadically, probably because of the pain from that; but then it also could have been due to my job (pharmacist) because of the repetitiveness of twisting bottles open and closed all day.
Broke my left arm at 7 trying to do tricks on the swing set.
Cracked my rib a couple years ago, took about 8 weeks to feel normal again. I've sprained my ankle probably 4 times.
Six months ago, at 62, was playing a rambunctious game of driveway basketball with my grandkids and the 3 year old and I collided. Didn't want to land on her so I went the other way. Knocked my left wrist an inch off where it was supposed to be and my right elbow shattered. Had a 7 hour surgery and 4 days in the hospital getting new body parts.
My problem is I don't feel or act like I'm in my 60's, I guess. Some asked why I would be playing basketball. I'm like, why wouldn't I?
I stepped up on a curb wrong when I was 23 & 6 months pregnant & fell, fracturing both the tibia & malleolus in my right leg. (leg & ankle). I was in my last semester of nursing school & graduated 9 months pregnant on crutches with a broken leg. Not a pretty site but I did it.
Those pregnancy hormones that soften your joints are no joke, ugh.
When I was five, we had some kind of family picnic in the backyard, and I took all the uneaten crusts from the hamburger rolls to put in the bird feeder, which was hanging from a tree branch in the backyard. I couldn't reach it, so I went in the house and got the little garbage can from the bathroom, which I turned upside down and stood on. I could JUST barely get the bread in the feeder and was standing on my tippy-toes when it went over and I landed on my left arm. It hurt really bad, and I ran inside to tell my mother, who kind of brushed it off. She had five kids at that time, and we were always getting hurt. Told me to run it under cold water.
Well, I can remember that I used to get the toilet paper from the roll with my left hand because it was on that side of the toilet, but I couldn't make that arm work right, so I reached over with my right and made other adjustments over the next couple of days. Then my mother saw me putting on my pants one morning and asked why I was trying to get dressed the way I was, just using one hand. I told her because my other arm hurt from when I fell and I couldn't get it to work right.
THEN she took me to the hospital. I still remember enjoying the attention I was getting. The doctor and the nurse asked me to tell how I had hurt my arm, and I told them the story, and then a lady with a clipboard came in and asked me again.
This was 1963, but even back then some reports of child abuse had been coming in and the hospital was on alert to look out for them. Unbeknownst to me, my mother was also being questioned about why she waited so long to take me to the hospital. I guess since my tale was consistent, they believed it and let poor Mom off the hook.
The bone in my forearm was fractured. I got a plaster cast and a sling, and my sling had my name printed on it, and that's how I learned to write and spell my name. Even better, I had a good story to throw at my mother when I got older.
A neighbor kid I knew broke her elbow playing Tiddly Winks. Must have been a bit embarrassing to explain! Seem to recall a friend's mother broke her ankle while playing tennis...but it wasn't during some heated volley. She wasn't in motion. She was waiting for the other players to walk on to the court, stepped backward, and the next thing she knew she was on the ground.
There should be another choice: unknown. Some people didn't know they had broken bones until years later some doctor told them.
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