 #1 (permalink) Sun Jun 28, 2009 4:13 am Essay: When I was nine years old on Christmas break, I never would have... |
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When I was nine years old on Christmas break, I never would have expected to have stitches. I was running through the hallway at my mamaw’s not noticing the sleeping bag on the floor beneath me. I suddenly felt my feet slide from underneath me, I fell face first, and hit the right side of my chin on a tin popcorn can.
I laid there for a moment and realized that my chin was numb, so I reached up and touched it, noticing the blood that had dripped off my hand. I started crying running toward my mamaw who was in the bathroom. At first glance she grabbed a rag, wet it, and told me to apply pressure to my chin. She quickly went into the other room and called my other grandparents, telling them that I needed to go to the hospital, quietly not trying to show emotion, so that I would not get even more upset.
They rushed over to my mamaw’s as fast as their car would take them. When they arrived my grandpa helped me into the car and we rushed to the hospital. The whole way there, my grandparents kept trying to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse came out from behind the registration desk and quickly walked me back to the emergency room. She placed me in a room and asked the doctor to hurry to see me. The doctor hurried in the room, took one look at my chin, and replied,” little one we are going to have to give you two numbing shots and stitches in your chin.
I was horrified, it was like the end of my world. I began asking god,” why me.” They called a plastic surgeon in, he arrived within a hour. He came in with a nurse who had the shots in her hand. He explained that,” my chin was split open and the bone was exposed, that he was going to give me the two shots and apply the stitches to my chin“.
My heart was pounding, a million things where racing through my head. I was so terrified I hated needles, but I knew that it had to be done. The nurse took some sterile water and thoroughly washed my wound. Then he gently stuck me with the first needle in my chin, I screamed out in agony it hurt so bad. The second needle did not hurt as bad, because the first needle had already began to get my chin numb. He then pinched my chin to make sure that my chin was numb.
Then When I was nine years old on Christmas break, I never would have expected to have stitches. I was been running through the hallway at my mamaw’s not noticing the sleeping bag on the floor beneath me. I suddenly felt my feet slide from underneath me, I fell face first, and hit the right side of my chin on a tin popcorn can. I laid there for a moment and realized that my chin was numb, so I reached up and touched it, noticing the blood that had dripped off my hand.
I started crying running toward my mamaw who was in the bathroom. At first glance she grabbed a rag, wet it, and told me to apply pressure to my chin. She quickly went into the other room and called my other grandparents, telling them that I needed to go to the hospital, quietly not trying to show emotion, so that I would not get even more upset. They rushed over there as fast as their car would take them to me. When they arrived my grandpa helped me into the car and we rushed to the hospital.
The whole way there, my grandparents kept trying to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse came out from behind the registration desk and quickly walked me back to the emergency room. She placed me in a room, and asked the doctor to hurry to see me. The doctor hurried in the room, took one look at my chin, and replied,” little one we are going to have to give you two numbing shots and stitches.
I was horrified it was like the end of my world. I began asking god,” why me.” They called a plastic surgeon in he arrived within a hour. He came in with a nurse who had the shots in her hand. He explained that,” my chin was split open and the bone was exposed, that he was going to give me the two shots and apply the stitches to my chin. The nurse took some sterile water and thoroughly washed my wound. Then he gently stuck me with the first needle in my chin, I screamed out in agony it hurt so bad. The second needle did not hurt so bad, because the first needle had already began to work and get my chin numb. He then pinched my chin to make sure that my chin was numb. Then began stitching it up. I was so relieved my worst nightmare was almost over. He was done in about two minutes.
When he finished he explained to me that it was pretty bad so he had to put 20 stitches inside and out. I had no idea that the gash in my chin was that bad? He also told me that I would have a scar but it would lighten up year by year. When we left my grandparents treated me to ice-cream after all that I had been through that day. Two weeks later I went back to the doctor and they took the stitches out. I will never forget that time when I was nine years old, on Christmas break, and had to have 20 stitches. The doctor then began stitching my chin up. I was so relieved my worst nightmare was almost over. He was done in about two minutes.
When he finished he explained to me that it was pretty bad so he had to put 20 stitches inside and out. I had no idea that the gash in my chin was so bad? He also told me that I would have a scar but it would lighten up year by year. When we left my grandparents treated me to ice-cream, after all that I had been through that day. Two weeks later I went back to the doctor and they took the stitches out. I will never forget that time when I was nine years old, on Christmas break, and had to have 20 stitches. |
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