Short stories.

A memoir for school

I bet you once in your life you have been in the hospital or at least have gotten hurt. Well I am going to tell you about most of the times I have gotten injured.

When I was three, I was over my cousin's house playing with their dog. I held a ball up in the air and the dog jumped up and scratched my forehead. I started bleeding and crying ALOT. My Aunt put a bandage on it but that obviously didn't seem to work out. So she just decided to take me to the hospital, and I did not like that at all. The doctors tried to give me stitches but I was screaming and crying so much that they were unable to. Because of that, they had to tie me up so I could not move and that made me scream and cry even more, but they successfully gave me the stitches. I still have the scar from that till this day.

Another time when I was 9 I got injured. It happened when I was over my Uncle's house. My cousins and I were in the basement. We couldn't really move around because there was a home gym down there, so we decided to relocate some of the weights to the back of the basement. I was the one to pick up a 40 pound weight. I couldn't really hold it that well. In the process of trying to put the extremely heavy object down, It smashed into the wall outlet and then onto my toe. It broke my toenail and my toe was full of blood. I started to feel extremely faint, so my cousin had to carry me up two flights of stairs to get to a bedroom to lay down. She also brought me some crackers and water to help me feel better. My toe was not broken so I didn't have to go to the hospital or anything for this one, but my toe hurt for a couple weeks.

This one is my most recent injury. It was a boring day with nothing to do. Once again, I was with my cousin. We both agreed on the idea of going ice skating. I haven't went ice skating in so long so I was excited. Then we went to the skating rink. Everything was going fine until I wanted to go over to my cousin and one of the ways to get over to the other side of the rink was going through the middle, so I did. But I couldn't really keep my balance so my ankle just randomly decided to twist all the way around and make me fall. I tried to get back up but the pain in my ankle was so unbearable that I was unable to do so. I made my uncle carry me to the bench. I could barley even elevate my ankle. I had to wait about a half hour for the skating session to end. When it was over, we decided that I should go the hospital. My Uncle carried me to the car and drove me to the Emergency Room. I had to be rolled in a wheelchair. The wait was two hours, so I sat in the waiting room filled with sick people and watched a documentary on one of the televisions. While I was waiting, my other cousin decided to visit me. She gave me a cinnamon roll from a party she was recently at. I also got an iced tea from a vending machine. It made me feel better. When the wait was over, a doctor took me into an X-ray room. It was painful for me to move around for them to take an X-ray of my ankle. When they were done, they said my ankle was badly sprained. I had to get crutches and a brace. I only walked with the crutches for 2 days until the pain was slightly relieved. "GET ME A DRINK YOU PEASANT!" "HELP ME GO DOWN STAIRS!" I demanded my family members.

The main lesson of this story is to not do the stupid things I do or else you will get injured and regret everything.