So I get on the diving board, my mom nervous because she knows my arm still hurts. I dive once, do a lap, then go back and dive again. Finally, my arm hurts so bad I can’t stand it. I go to my mom and dad and tell them how bad it hurts. They take me to the hospital.

We wait for what seems like 5 hours, but finally get to the doctor. They tell me I have to take a cat scan. I went under the machine, holding my breath. When I emerge from under the maachine, I go and wait for the results. The doctor shows us the x-ray, explaining,

” See this line, that’s… so all in all, it’s a bad collarbone break,” he said.

After sending my father a withering glance, I went and picked out two slings I would have to wear for six to eight weeks. It seemed like it was broken after all. The moral of this story: if in doubt, go to the doctor.