Oh my gosh, yesterday was the craziest day! I took my kids out to the playground and I was talking to two students when another one came up to me and said, "Ms. Kubec, Clenzie broke his leg." Now, my kids are always telling me they broke this or broke that when it's really just a scratch (no joke). So I said, "Well, I highly doubt that, but let's go take a look and see." Clenzie was sitting on the swings, crying, and I walked up to him and as soon as I looked at his leg, I knew it was broken. His leg was hanging there and there was a huge bump in his thigh. I called the PE coach over and she took one look, then radioed to the office to call 9-1-1. The kids were all crowded around so we sent them under the pavillion because it was starting to rain. When the ambulance got there, it took about 4 of us to get him off the swing, because the way his leg was hanging was so painful. He was screaming bloody murder, and it didn't help that while all this was going on, it started POURING. Like, monsooning. They rushed him into the ambulance and had to put his leg in traction and while I was running to the ambulance, I realized I had left my cell phone and all the baby shower invitations for my friends shower sitting on the picnic table and both the invitations and my phone are now ruined because of the storm. I really didn't care much though because Clenzie was hurt so bad. I went with him in the ambulance to the hospital because they couldn't get ahold of his mom and I wound up staying a good part of the afternoon and early evening until they finally got ahold of his stepdad and he showed up. I saw the x-rays and they were horrible - it was a clean break, but he snapped his femur in half. He had surgery this morning to put rods and pins in, and he's doing fine but I just feel so bad for the kid! I told him when I was four I broke my leg by falling off a chair, but I don't think the story made him feel any better!
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