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T /Th 11:30
September 7, 2012
My First Stitches
It all
started when I was twelve years old. I
loved to play sports, ride bikes, skateboards, roller blades, etc. It started
off as a regular day, I went over to my friends house to see if my friend David
was home. He was, so we he decided that
we should go ride our skateboards. A
couple of hours go by and David's parents drive up saying for David to get in
the car so they can go out to eat. Since
I'm alone now, I decided to go home. This is where it happens. As I'm headed home,
the wheel of my skateboard hits the a rock and my skateboard comes to a
complete stop. Wish I could say the same
for me. I go hurling through the air and
it felt as if time has slowed down. I remember thinking, "This is going to
hurt!". I try to put my hands out
to soften the fall. To no success, I
land directly on my chin. As I stood up, I recall the shock of horror. My eyes widen and my mouth drop as I press up
with my palm, there is a bloody hole. My
chin had been split open. It stung as
bad as if someone had squeezed a lemon on a paper cut. I remember crying the whole walk home. This was the first time I've gotten this badly
hurt. I was scared to death. Was I going
to get in trouble? How could I show this
to my mom?
I remember
my mom's face as I walked through the door. It was as if she had seen a ghost. My hand was over my chin and it was almost
completely red with blood. She
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immediately asked me what had happened and if I was ok. I didn't get much time to respond as she
dashed towards the kitchen to grab a towel. She told me to hold it up against my chin and
that we were going to the Emergency room at the hospital. By now, I had stopped crying and my mother
and I got into the car and headed to the hospital. That car ride was very quiet. I could see the look of panic on my mother's
face. I just sat there, deep in thought.
This was my first time going to the
doctors for a wound. I was scared. I asked my mom, how were they going to fix my
chin. She told me that I was probably
going to need stitches. She also told me
that there was two types of stitching. There was regular stitching where it's a pin
needle and a string, and Butterfly stitching, where it's a strong band-aid in
an "X" pattern. I didn't want
a pin needle going through my flesh to sew it back. I pleaded to get the butterfly stitching. My mother told me it was possible to get the
Butterfly stitching, but I think now, she was just saying that to set me at
ease.
We arrive at
the hospital and head for the emergency room. I remember just sitting there, still unaware
as how this whole ordeal is going to go down. I just sat there holding my towel up against
my chin. It wasn't much people in the
waiting room, but then again, the emergency room was to get people in as soon as
possible. It was very quiet in there. Then suddenly the silence was shattered by
"Donald King?". My mother and
I then walked behind the nurse as she showed us to our room. It didn't take long for the doctor to see the
problem and the say "Yup, you're going to need stitches.". My mom asked the doctor if Butterfly stitches
was an option, but he said that the wound was too deep for the butterfly
stitching. The
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doctor then escorted us to a different room where I was
instructed to lie down on a table. Thus
the procedure began. He began to wiping
my chin with a disinfectant. Then he
said to close my eyes and to count to ten. I don't think I even got to three,
and I was out like a light.
When I woke
up the doctor said " All done!".
I remember waking up feeling confused. But he had shown me a mirror, and
I saw the result of this doctors professionalism. My chin was almost back to normal, but I had
a blue string, or wire, zigzagging through my flesh. I got 8 stitches .My chin
was a little sore, but all around better. The doctor has told us that I would
need to take pain relievers for the next
month and that we would come back for the removal. My mom told me that I was going to have a
scar when they came out. When we got
home my brothers asked if I was ok, their eyes locked on stitching. I told them all what happened, and that it
was not the greatest experience.
This whole
experience has taught me that your body is fragile, and it's important to wear
protective gear when engaging in outdoor activities. It has taught me to be extremely
careful. I see my scar as just a life
story, and it's important to have a life story because that's what separates
people and makes like interesting. But
if anything, getting this wound has introduced me to my hobby today. I spent my
time recovering indoors playing video games.
Today my wound is now a scar, a scar that is a reminder of what can
occur when you're not careful.
