A stitch in time saves......7??

I'm back! Just like I promised. First of all there was the incident of my stitches.... Do you really want to hear that? Well it is sort of important... Something I will never forget..... My first set of painful ugly black stitches..... Oh well, your the one choosing to read this... c : Anyway.

All of us older kids had just come back from playing tennis and volleyball, the two sports I don't particularly enjoy, but it turned out to be pretty cool any way. After we got a drink we decided to play tag. C : Who knew that playing such an innocent sport would lead to the coming difficulties?

After I got my drink of water, found my mother and got the ten minute warning, I asked who was IT, and before I knew it I was two inches away from becoming it. I ran from one end of the playground to the other, and since I was surrounded by sand, I slipped about 3 seconds before being tagged, slid and BANGED my leg against the pole. At first I thought, Its just a bruise, Amber, shake it off, but then I looked down to what seemed to my horror a 2 inch hole. Ugly, bloody 2 inch hole. (It wasn't really that deep by the way.) It was still deep though. It was ugly. Too ugly to describe. When I saw it I started crying like crazy, which was pretty stupid. When I heard I needed stitches I cried even more. I thought it was going to hurt because I'd heard stories where they didn't numb before stitching and was terrified. Now matter how many times my mom tried to reassure me I was still scared. Thanks to my mom and Mrs. Schmatjen I got to our car safely. By the time I got to the hospital I stopped crying. There was this adorable little girl who was seven, and her name was Genesis. I was amazed she wasn't grossed out! She asked me questions like how old I was what had happened; it really helped me out to not think about the red hole on my leg. About 20 minutes passed and they called me in, took my temperature, my blood pressure and lead me to the room. By the time I got to the room it was getting pretty busy so I was blessed. The doctor came in and talked to my mom about numbing it which I misunderstood for "since it is getting busy out there to save some time I won't numb it" Niagara Falls overflowed again. My mom thought I was crying about the numbing shot. I do not under any circumstances cry over shots anymore. Maybe. C ; Well I was corrected when he did give me the shots (like five with what felt like the thickest needle in the world) and my leg felt like a huge lifeless block. So I didn't feel a thing except for maybe a slight tug here and there. He made me do a 5 minute report on a book I was reading so I talked about Do Hard Things, but since I didn't finish that book I gave my Public Speaking Expository Speech on Choosing the Perfect Puppy. So when he was finally done I was able to breathe and it was finally over.

What I didn't feel because of the numbness I was unfortunately able to feel the next day. It hurt like crazy. I wasn't able to sleep and I woke up crying. But with Advil doing its magic I felt better in no time.

Now I get to take them off tomorrow! Pray that that doesn't hurt though.

~Amber~

P.S.

Over the next week I will blog while I am on vacation visiting my sister and her family.

I will probably be seeing snow for the first time!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait.!!!!!!! ( We'll be going up to the mountains to see the snow ; P

Luv ya all!