There’s still a stain on the sidewalk there, and I’m told teachers tell new students that stain I what becomes of students who forget their math homework.
LOL. That'll learn 'em!
Thanks for the info. The only broken bone I clearly remember from fiction was in a Babysitters' Club book where Claudia broke a leg, and it had the cliches you mentioned--shooting pain, inability to walk on it, etc. Of course it could have been a pretty bad break, but I suspect broken bones are portrayed this way for reasons that have more to do with drama than reality.
Incidentally I wrote a broken nose into a fic I finished not too long ago, and it occurs to me it probably wouldn't have swollen "to the size of his fist" within the same day. Research fail on my part, though I'm probably not alone in dramatizing injuries at the expense of plausibility.
My real-life broken bone story was breaking my jaw falling from my bike at seven years old. I didn't even know for it was broken until the X-ray. I had to have my jaws wired shut so it would heal, making for a hungry period in my life during which I could only eat gruel and porridge. I don't remember being too distressed though, maybe because I was one of those little kids who drive their parents up a wall by refusing to eat. My mom was probably falling to pieces making sure I was comfortable and fed. Ah, the memories.
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Date: 2013-04-27 03:55 am (UTC)LOL. That'll learn 'em!
Thanks for the info. The only broken bone I clearly remember from fiction was in a Babysitters' Club book where Claudia broke a leg, and it had the cliches you mentioned--shooting pain, inability to walk on it, etc. Of course it could have been a pretty bad break, but I suspect broken bones are portrayed this way for reasons that have more to do with drama than reality.
Incidentally I wrote a broken nose into a fic I finished not too long ago, and it occurs to me it probably wouldn't have swollen "to the size of his fist" within the same day. Research fail on my part, though I'm probably not alone in dramatizing injuries at the expense of plausibility.
My real-life broken bone story was breaking my jaw falling from my bike at seven years old. I didn't even know for it was broken until the X-ray. I had to have my jaws wired shut so it would heal, making for a hungry period in my life during which I could only eat gruel and porridge. I don't remember being too distressed though, maybe because I was one of those little kids who drive their parents up a wall by refusing to eat. My mom was probably falling to pieces making sure I was comfortable and fed. Ah, the memories.