Leaf raking: extreme sport?

I’d love to be able to claim that I was doing something exciting like sky diving


Last weekend I broke my arm. I’d love to be able to claim that I was doing something exciting like sky diving, hang gliding, or diving across the street to save a baby squirrel from getting smacked by a bus. But instead, while raking the backyard with my brothers, I slipped on a wet pile of leaves and landed on my arm.

Yup, pretty lame.

When I went to Health Services at the University of Waterloo on Monday morning, it felt really strange not having a parent with me. Any time I’ve been in a hospital/clinic setting, I’ve had a parent along to do all the talking for me.

But all of a sudden, I had to be a Big Boy and do adult stuff. Like talk to the triage nurse. I wasn’t exactly sure what the heck I was supposed to say. “Uh, I fell. And now my arm feels all slooshy and lumpy around the wrist. And I think I lost my vocabulary.”

When the nurse asked me if I had any pre-existing health conditions, I wasn’t sure what counted. I mean, if someone says, “Peanut butter-covered almonds dipped in bacon grease,” I feel like throwing up. But is that a medical condition?

Yet despite my clueless look, everyone still treated me with respect, like…well…an adult. In the real world, 16-year-olds aren’t treated like adults. They’re treated like… well…16-year-olds.

When the doctor asked me how I injured my arm, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t have to maintain a specific storyline because of a parent standing behind me. I could tell him that I had been parasailing, rock climbing, or shark wrestling.

But before I could stop myself, I blurted, “I was raking leaves.”


Leaf raking: extreme sport?

  1. Hey Scott,
    I’m so sorry about the brake. Is it on your right arm or left? I’m glad to see it hasn’t affected your writting.We’re all rooting for you!!