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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