In high school my power wheelchair didn't have a seat elevator. This meant that I had a tendency to climb on top of my wheelchair seat in order to reach a lot of things. Everything from getting books out of my backpack to pushing the higher buttons on the vending machine required creative acrobatic work. My arms are freakishly long and also have a super-power strength that the O.I. doesn't affect as much. (Probably it's because I use them so often and the muscle strength has made them stronger than any other part of my body... I haven't fractured my arms since elementary school!)

Anyway, I was forever climbing and clambering in and out of my wheelchair -- initially terrifying my friends and family but once they realized I had the monkey-acrobatics-routine down pat, they backed off. It was just the way I did things, and usually I jumped into this routine before anyone could ask "Sandy do you need help with the-- oh.. okay.. never mind.. I see that you got it.." 
Aside from being able to assert my independence and ability, I found it fun to be climbing in and out of my wheelchair. Being able to jump up and down every now and then gave my backside and legs some reprieve from the strict ninety-degree-angle sitting position that I was otherwise in for nearly 8+ hours of the day. I also enjoyed the creative problem-solving this act required. For instance being able to lug my 12lb Algebra II textbook out of my backpack required that I use my dominant hand to steady myself, and then my right hand to unzip my backpack, and then balance on my knees.. the point is, these situations presented themselves to me as problems only I would know how to best solve. Sure there were times when I would drop books on the floor, or nearly slip off my wheelchair -- but I always learned from my mistakes, always adapting to the situation and remembering to never leave my wheelchair turned ON when I was up and out of my seat..

But this post is actually not about a time when I fractured because I was doing one of my acrobatics. (Because I never have!)This post is actually about a time I fractured because I DID NOT do one of my monkey-bar-routines.

All of the water fountains at my high school were at least a few feet out of reach. And even when I could stand on my wheelchair seat, I couldn't figure out a way to steady myself while bending over, and pushing down on the lever to get a drink of water at the same time. To avoid that hassle I usually just trooped down to the nurse's office instead. Not only would I be able to miss a few more minutes of class, but she had candy, and she included ice for her water.
"Oh hey H! What are you doing?" A few times during my trips to the nurse's office I would bump into friends along the way.
"Not much just getting meds. What are you here for?"
"I just wanted a drink of water. With ice." 
"What class are you in?"
"Chem. It's boring and I don't understand what's going on and nor do I care." Mrs. B, the nurse, enjoyed having students in her office and she never rushed us out so I always took my time. She poured a cup of ice water into a cup and handed it to me.

In one hand I held the plastic cup, in the other hand I was steering the wheelchair's joystick, and with my head turned back I called out to my friend,
"Bye! I'll see you later in Choru-" 
"BANG" 
"Umm .. Sandy, that was the door frame.." The cup of water had sloshed all over the place, conveniently hitting all the awkward spots on my pants, my leg rest was all bent awry and my leg was throbbing out of place.
The nurse came rushing out of her office and came to look at the damage. Chips of paint had fallen off the door frame but she could immediately tell that my lower foot had been broken.

My friend H and I will laugh about my door frame incident now, but at the time it was totally the most uncool incident to have happened during my high school career. I mean, aside from the awkward water spillage parts...

What was YOUR lamest fracture incident?? Tell me.