So we had just finished the first of our double header game and just started the second game when my life changed dramatically. It was the start of the 1st inning when a little blooper was hit between shortstop and second base, found out it was hit by one of my friends in high school that moved from Waukee. So, me and Jesse who was playing 2nd went after it. I thought i should dive for it and make a better catch, and Jesse thought he could just run and catch it. Well as i dove he ran in front of me and without meaning to, stepped on my hand and cut it from right above the thumb to almost my ring finger. It was 3 and a half inches wide and open from top knuckles to almost my wrist. So after i saw all the blood and a giant hole in my hand i ran to our dugout and all my coach said was: "well i dont think band-aid can fix that" Really? who would have thought that?? So I went to the other side and got it rinsed out and saw my bones and ligaments. Everyone around me freaked out but i just didn't look at it any more and was hoping it was all a dream. So a parent took me to the nearby clinic where they gave me 3 tylenol and said to call back in 3 hours on how i feel. I STILL FEEL LIKE A HOLE IS IN MY HAND!!! So we went to the hospital and they stitched me up, 18 stitches to be exact. The best news though? No broken bones, no torn ligaments, nothing.
So that was my worst day if my life, and if I learned anything from that day it is i will be more superstitious. Even if i dont really believe all of them
Sounds like it would have been painful. I am in many activities and have gotten a lot of cuts are bruises so i understand. But hey on the plus side, at least you both went for it instead of no one going for it :) Alli- MNW
ReplyDeleteOUCH! They really just gave you Tylenol and told you to call back later even though you could see everything in your hand? That's messed up! In 6th grade at P.E I hit my arm on a wall playing kickball. I couldn't move my arm and it just dangled there. I went to the school nurse and they said it is definitely broken. So then my mom came and picked up from school and took me to the emergency room. They took a bunch of x-rays and we waited for an hour. When the nurse came back into the room she said that i just sprained it. She gave me a brace and told me to move my wrist a lot to stretch out the muscles. It hurt really bad to move it so I did not do it that much. Well basketball practice started that week for my traveling team. I really wanted to play, so I went and I still played with my "sprained" wrist. A couple nights later the hospital calls my mom to tell her that my arm is broken in 3 places. I was lucky I didn't break it more, but I couldn't play basketball for the first 2 months. I was not very happy, but I lived through it. Breena-MNW
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