Yesterday was fantastic... lol. It started out completely normal (except for the fact that a friend of mine called at 6:30 to see if we could get together) so we hung out for a while which was lots of fun until just about 11. Then lets see... played basketball... took a nap... got up... cleaned up the kitchen... then I took out the trash... that's right, I took out the trash... THEN, I took two steps out the door and swung the trash bag behind me, something scraped my leg... I looked down thinking it probably wasn't that big of a deal. HOWEVER, all I could see was this gash in my leg with blood gushing out. Pain immediately surged through my leg. I called out for mom, she came running out. My little brother Gabriel stood lookign on confused but not worried. Mom held the cut called out for Jarred, but he didn't hear. Mom grabbed a clean blue sheet from the gazebo where it had been hanging it up to dry. I held it over the bleeding cut. Jarred came out, mom got some butterfuly stitches. THis time Jarred got to hold the cut shut and mom butterfly stitched it . And I shall let all know that I did not once cry. Then mom said I should call dad... I did, told him then made the decision that we should probably go to the ER... so off mom and I went (along with little brother Gabriel). Oh, and I give extra Biblical Masculinity points to Jarred for helping carry me out to the car.
Mom and I got there, I wanted crutches to get in the hospital, but mom got me a wheel chair... it was cool after I stopped feeling like some old person. I went to the same ER room as I did last time to get my stitches in my finger... and stitches it was for my leg... dang. So, I got five shots to numb it (I hate needles with a vengence) then five stitches to stitch it up. The doctor bandaged it up, then sent me home with some of my leg still numb.
So, anyhow, I'm still alive... but I figured that was interesting so I posted about it. Talk to yall later
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