Tuesday, May 27, 2008
The Time I Went to the Hospital by Holly, age 8
When I went to play racing with my friend, I bumped my hand on the wall and it got twisted. It felt shivering cold and it felt like there was electricity in my veins. There was a new teacher. His name was Robert and he helped me go inside, then he gave me an icepack to put on my hand. I saw my dad coming to pick me up. So I told him that I needed to go to the hospital because I broke my arm.
“Next time be careful and don’t break your arm again!” he said, rubbing my back. “You are such a monkey!” My dad’s face was pale and his eyes were looking at me quietly. He looked very sad.
“I am so sorry,” I said. “Next time I won’t break my arm again.”
“Ok,” he said. So we went to the hospital. My dad said the hospital was called the “White Hospital” because the building is white. We went upstairs and took a number out of a red machine. The hospital smelled like old flowers and I heard birds chirping and people talking. I saw bottles of red medicine.
They called my number and we got to see the doctor. She checked my hand and gave me a sticker. It was a High School Musical sticker. I thought the doctor would give me a shot, but that didn’t happen. The doctor’s name was Dr. Tran and she spoke Vietnamese. She asked my dad in Vietnamese how my arm got broken.
She took an x-ray, then looked at my skeleton and saw my broken arm. She said, “We need to put a cast on her arm.”
I had to wait a long time before the doctor called my name again. Finally she called me, then she wrapped a roll of gauze around my arm. She got out a long metal thing. It was a splint. She put it on top of my arm and wrapped more gauze around the splint and my arm. The doctor told us to come back the next day so she could put the plaster on.
When we left the hospital, we saw a bagel store so I asked my dad, “Can you buy two bagels, one for me and one for you?”
He said, “Ok.”
We got bagels then picked up my brother from his school and drove to my mom’s work to tell her about the hospital. Her work is at Stonestown Mall.
After we talked to my mom, I went to go see videogames, then my dad said, “Let’s go home.” So my dad drove me home with my brother. At home I played some of my brother’s games. Then I put a pillow under my hand so I would feel comfortable. I fell asleep.
The next day was Thursday. I went back to the hospital and they gave me another x-ray. It was so painful because the doctor was moving my hand a lot. After she looked at the x-ray, she put on the plaster. When she was done, I couldn’t put my arm close to me because the plaster would stick on my clothes while I waited for it to dry.
I went back to the doctor many weeks later. She took out a machine to cut the plaster. It sounded like snoring when you sleep.
About the Author
Holly is eight years old and she has a brother. Her brother is eleven years old. Holly is good at dodge ball. She loves sports so much! Holly is also good at math and helping other classmates. Her favorite game is tag. This is her first published story.