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Elizabeth's Blog Post #14

 EElizabeth’s English Blog #14

By: Elizabeth Crotts

 

The Healing of My Accidental Scars

My mom applied pressure to my wound and walked me to the car. My dad grabbed his car keys and drove me to the children’s emergency room. He tried making jokes and poking fun at me during the 20-minute ride, I was starting to feel real pain and was not in a silly mood. That car ride was rough.

After around 20 minutes, we arrived at the emergency room. I wasn’t taken back right away and ended up sitting in the front lobby for an hour and a half. Eventually, I was given my own room and seen by a few nurses and doctors. They took X-rays of my fingers to check for any severe or permanent damage. Thankfully I had none. I just tore skin, some finger tissue, and nerves. So, they rinsed any debris out of my finger, which was the most painful part of the experience.  Then closed it with a medical-grade version of hot gorilla glue and medical tape. No stitches, YAY! I was discharged and my dad and I ran through a McDonald’s drive-thru to pick up a quick dinner on the way home. It was 8:30 at night and I cut my fingers around 5pm. I was hurting and hungry, you have no right to judge me. I wore gauze, band-aids, and those super stylish blue medical gloves 24/7 for the next 2 weeks. It was hard to do most things without using my left hand because it is my dominant. I was able to write in print-style handwriting with my right hand but, it was not pretty. After 2 months my fingers fully healed, but they still are sensitive to touch. I can still use them; I mean I am typing with them right now. If anyone asks me, “What happened to your fingers?” I say, “ I saved a baby turtle from 2 piranhas, and these are the battle scars.” 

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