On Wednesday, September 3, 2014, I was playing soccer with my friends at lunch recess. We were playing elimination and I was the goalie. I was not the best goalie, since I let several shots go in and my technique was horrendous. My tall friend named Daniel blasted a shot that went directly at my left wrist. I saved the ball; unfortunately, I felt excruciating pain at my wrist. I could not turn my wrist and I felt very weak. I rushed to the office and told the school secretaries what happened. They gave me some ice and told me to take a seat and rub the ice at my wrist. Nothing changed when I used some ice and my wrist felt so tight, so they gave me more ice, but I felt the same result. Instead, I took matters into my own hands and I went back outside, continuously rubbing the ice on my wrist.

Lunch recess was over and my next subject was French. A teacher noticed my pain and she helped me tie my shoes. I told her I wanted to go back to the office and she told me she would send my notebook and utensils down to the French room for me. When I arrived in the office, I told the school secretaries that I was still experiencing pain, so they called my mom, but she did not pick up since she was at work. Then, they called my dad (who was also at work) and he picked up. I told him everything that happened and he said I will get an X-ray of my wrist, but I told him that I can still stay at school and that I still have the ability to write. During my French class, we did a test to see if we remembered some things in French, but she did not grade us on the test. The test was not hard or easy. Later in the evening after school, I told my mom what happened and she was shocked. Luckily, my mom is a nurse; she knew exactly what to do. She gave me a hand splint, which held my wrist into a stable position and it would heal my wrist overtime.

The next day at around 7:00 am, my mom drove me to the hospital where she works, known as “Etobicoke General Hospital”. I got an X-ray for my wrist and the results showed that I have a muscle sprain. The doctor advised me to wear the hand splint and to exercise my wrist. I have to wear my hand splint until my wrist heals, but I was happy to know that nothing in my wrist was broken. I arrived at school at around 9:00 AM, but I did not get a late slip since my mom called my school to let them know that I will be at school late because I went to the hospital. My friend Owen thought I was faking it and many people in my school asked me what happened to my wrist. It was very annoying to be asked the same question repeatedly.

The lesson that I learned is to wear goalie gloves when you are a goalie and to be careful while playing soccer because anything can happen.

Josiah Damian