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Today I twisted my leg while walking into the kitchen. It was not very pleasant π
. And then I remembered another phobia of mine. This phobia is not as significant as the others, but it also exists. I'm afraid to go downstairs, for example, because I'm afraid to fall and break something, or I'm just afraid to break something.
I broke my arm once when I was in Π΅lementary school. I remember this day. It was early Wednesday morning, the first lesson. We are waiting for the bell to ring and the whole class is making noise and discussing something. The first lesson is a lesson in the Belarusian language, dictation. This subject was taught by the headmaster. She was very strict, scary, and angry. And very much did not love me and my friend.
π©π½βπ€βπ©πΎMy friend came to Belarus from Dagestan. She did not have a Russian appearance. In class, she was often called various racist names.
Children are very cruel, however.
And so one guy named her TWiX (because of her skin color). I got very angry and stood up for my friend. I hit this guy in the head and broke my arm. But then I did not know about the fracture yet. I sat down at my desk. The lesson began.
It was painful for me to write the test. My hand was trembling, but I trembled even more because I was afraid to tell the teacher. It was easier for me to endure this tutorial and write this damn test.
After the lesson, I told a friend about my hand. And we asked another teacher to let us go to the doctor so that I would take an X-ray. We went to the hospital, but my hand went through. I was sure it was just a bruise. I could function normally with my hand. We went to the hospital anyway because we didn't want to go back to school. π€ͺ
And so I did an X-ray and to my surprise it really was a fracture. And I left there already with plaster π
P.S. By the way, I wrote the dictation perfectly well. With just one mistake :)
β Have you ever broken something ?