My dad got me a wheelchair. I sat in it and my dad wheeled me into the E.R. I met a guy in the waiting room who hurt his knee playing football. I waited for about 20 minutes and then they got me in.
I was wheeled into the room and they lifted me out of the wheelchair and into the hospital bed.They lifted me up to take off my shoulder pads. Then I laid down and they asked me all these different questions like, rate your pain from 1-10. Then they took me to get x-rays, it took about 10 minutes. I was wheeled back into my room after I got done with x-rays. I waited in my room for about a half an hour and waited for my results. When the results came back they didn't really say anything because of the swelling.
So they wrapped my arm then put it in a sling. So we left. When we left my dad took me to get a milkshake from McDonalds. It really help me forget that I had gotten really hurt. Then I went home to talk to my grandma and mom. They all talked about my arm all day. It was the worst conversation of my life hearing about how I might not ever be able to play football