Ring. Thank God for that. Its break time. Grabbed a can of coke from the machine and straight down the football pitch for a quick fifteen minute kick around before I was back in French and being nagged. Well least I thought I would be back in French in fifteen minutes. The game was in full swing we were playing the year 11. We were all over them I went in for a sly tackle and before you knew it I went down hit the floor, heard a snap, and I was nursing a funny shaped arm that looked like the u-bend of a sink. “Ian are you alright?” all the lads were shouting to me as I walked up the hill to Mr. Roycroft “Ian follow me mate I will take you to the office, that looks nasty I think you’ll have to go to the hospital.” Before you know it I was in the office with a crowd of spectators outside the door. If I had charged I would of made a fortune! In comes my sister “Oh my God. Oh my God, Ian are you alright? Does mom know yet?”
Lying on the hospital bed with my shoes off everything started to sink in. Now the shock had passed the pain started to kick in I wasn’t even aloud pain killers until my parents arrived WHERE ARE THEY!
First on the scene dad calm as ever “Oh dear you’ve made a mess of that haven’t you son what’s happening has anyone seen you yet.” So here I am lying in agony in a bed that more than a thousand people have been in with a dad as calm as ever and no doctors coming to sort me out although my arm is hanging off, I am obviously not very important. At least I didn’t have to go back to French and it looks like there wont be any school for a while I wonder if they’ll miss me?
Eventually the doctors arrive like a pack of wolves gathering round me humming and arring talking about me like I was invisible. Ten minutes later they decide I needed to go to theatre to be put back to normal. They gave me some pain killers of some sort, which did the trick because the rest was a blur.
“Ian it’s all over now you might feel some discomfort but the worst is over.”
“Ian are you alright do you want me to prop up your pillows.” So in 24 hours I have got my arm in plaster to the shoulder I am lying in the same place as before, and I am in more pain now than when I did it.
Next day nothing has changed not been out of bed and now I know these four walls just as well as the corridor outside the math’s room.
“Ian I have some good news for you its time to go home and you will have to have six weeks off school.” That was the best news I had heard all year six weeks off school. Well I have had a really good rest without anybody nagging at me how long will that last I wonder?
“Ian your teas ready. Are you listening to me? I hope you have been doing some of your school work. Ian answer me!
Didn’t last very long I think I am going to change my name to Paul!
