I woke up dazed and confused, being rushed through the hectic emergency room. I made the mistake of looking down, and remembered I had messed up, big time. Before I get too far ahead of myself let me start from the beginning. It was a fall afternoon and I had just gotten off the bus at my grandparents’ house, so I could pick up the lawn mower to begin mowing at my great-grandfather’s house. Now the day prior, I was helping my grandfather in the garden cut down cornstalks, and we were using the mower to do so. A few minutes after I began mowing at my great-grandfather’s, my family showed up to help finish up the chores. I got probably two or three good rows cut when I realized the lawn mower was not acting right. I jumped off the mower to …show more content…
This was my mistake. I jumped off in a rush and was quick to reach my hand back in between the cutting deck of the mower and the actual mower itself. After doing so, I had then came to the realization of the dangers being harnessed of the rapid revolutions of the pulley and belt system. Unfortunately, by the time I could pull my hand away it was too late. I felt a slight pinch, before brought my hand out I did not think it was that bad, but boy was I wrong. After pulling my hand out and seeing what felt like a never ending stream of red, and my finger tip dangling, connected only by a small piece of skin, I was in disbelief and shock. The pain had yet to hit me, but when I could finally mentally understand and comprehend the situation and that I actually just cut my finger tip off, I began to walk up to the house cupping one hand in the …show more content…
Surprisingly, she didn’t have much of a reaction do to her extensive time working at the hospital herself, but I still think that a dangling fingertip, which was gushing blood would have gotten some kind of reaction out of her. Her reaction was quick, which I am thankful for, she quickly ran inside washed her hands and brought a rag to wrap my damaged fingers. We loaded up into her car and before I knew it we were at the hospital. BY this time the pain was starting to get to me, and everything seemed like a blur, but I did not show any pain or any signs of anything being wrong, except for the gushing blood and injured hand. We walked into the emergency room and as the nurse was checking me in they tried putting me in a wheelchair, and me being the stubborn thirteen year old I tried to explain to then that my hand was injured not my legs, but they were persistent in me sitting down. I finally complied and when I sat down completely I passed out. I guess the pain and the situation finally caught up to
She let me know why I was feeling so shaky and nauseous, and informed me that I had no broken bones. She continued to have a friendly conversation with my mom and I as she checked my reflexes, which just so happened to calm me down and make me smile. She quickly told me that I would be perfectly okay, despite the bruises, and recommended that I take some Ibuprofen to help suppress the pain I was in. The friendly doctor told my mom and I that it may be a good Idea for me to stay home from school the next day to relax, due to the high amount of shock I was put in due to the situation.
Everything about this mower is simple and straightforward. First, it comes already assembled, so you only need to plug it into an extension cord, push the power button and you’re ready to start cutting grass. In addition, adjusting the mower to your desired height is also a breeze through the spring-loaded sing...
I unwilllingly walked through the entrance of regret and guilt. With teary eyes from what happened the night before, I didn’t know what I could say. All I thought was ‘It was an accident’ but that didn’t matter anymore.
My mom stopped at the hospital shop and got me a pad of paper, crayons, pencils and a pen. For breakfast they brought me eggs, toast and a tea bag with a hot cup of water. I ate the toast and a tiny portion of the eggs. I placed the tea bag in the cup of hot water and watched the color spread. A hospital chaplain came into my room to check on me, I asked if I could have honey for my tea. He said he’d see what he could do before leaving me alone. While waiting for his return , I began to doodle in the pad of paper. A nurse came in and took my blood pressure and then my breakfast tray. I enjoyed the presence of the hospital staff, it meant I was not
Have you ever rode a dirtbike? I have my dad got it for me on my 9th b-day. After receiving this dirt bike, I now ride it all over the place. It has become apart of my life!
This is a totally true essay about lawn mowers. The lawnmower is the msott advanded peice of technology we have in our cuurent tim and day. The lawn mower came after the automobil and the micowave. If you dont believe me, i have trusted sources liek, https://fakefacts.gov and https://fraudfactsabouttech.org. So u kno this is legitimat. I DIDNT MAK DIS UP. Every so often it does a bit of good to put up a lighthearted post. Today, we’re going to talk about some of the fun facts about lawns, lawn mowers, and the folks that love having a nice lawn. So use these facts for a bit of a laugh, or as facts to impress your friends, or who knows, maybe they’ll even come in handy next time you’re on Jeopardy.
I was ready to lose all feeling in my mouth and die. Overreacting, I know. I don’t remember much of the surgery, purely because I was incredibly asleep on medicine so I didn’t feel or remember everything. It wasn’t until January 9th, I realized something was incredibly wrong. My left arm was a completely a different color than my right arm, and it had the feeling of a constricting rubber band, sucking all the life out of your arm. My mom was scared that maybe my mouth was infected, causing a blood disease or something. I walked into the Huron Valley Emergency room, nothing was too serious at the time. I wasn’t expecting much, maybe a small infection, and be sent home with some antibiotics. When the doctor came and saw us, he was incredibly confused. He had no idea as to what was wrong with me. He did mention a blood clot, but rare, possible. So he decided to send me for an ultrasound, at 12 am. The ultrasound took about a half an hour of an older lady pushing against my right arm. Once the doctor came back into the room, and explained to me that a had a blood clot from my elbow to my collarbone, I was stunned. But, I really understood how rare it was, when all the other doctors working started coming into the room to see the “15
... black and blue mark on the tip of it, and had to walk around for a week embarrassed by it. This was a very humiliating thing for me, which they all found very humorous. All of these stories embarrass me to an extent. I am used to them being told but I still cringe when they start in on another story.
I said, "goodbye" to the nurse and left that awful place. Outside, I took a deep breath of cool fresh air. I practically ran to get inside my safe car. When back inside i cried in excruciating pain, I couldn't even feel my face. I sat there for a while thinking of those three terrifying words, Dr. Rust's office. I inserted the key into my ignition, turned it and drove away. When I knew I was home safe, I looked into my rear-view mirror. When I saw that old rickety building filled with bad experiences, I realized that that had been the most uncomfortable place I had ever visited, and I surely wasn't going to return.
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
I made it to Big Lots, where Jonathan works, and I forced him to come outside and look at my car. Then we sat and talked for a while and I bragged about how I was going to my grandma’s house to eat a good home-cooked meal, while he would be forced to eat fast food again. When I left Big Lots, I still had a little time before church let out, so I drove back to Gray to the Dollar Store for some supplies for a Spanish class project I was doing that week. Finally I pulled into my grandparents’ driveway, and I noticed the door was closed. I thought this was unusual because I knew my grandpa was home, but I had forgotten a school fundraiser form for my aunts to look at, so I turned around and drove back home to Jonesborough. While driving home my friend Rachel and her mother were behind me, they followed me all the way to my house. I thought it was some kind of joke, but when we pulled into my driveway, Rachel yelled, “Get in the car! They had to take your grandma to the hospital.”
Have you ever been riding in a tractor on the road and looked out and saw flames coming out of the tractor? Let me just say that that is quite the freaky site. One year at my grandparents U-Pick strawberry field in Helvetia, Oregon, It rained and rained and rained so much that even the four wheel drive pickup trucks got stuck, so we had to bring everybody up the driveway on/in wagons that were either pulled by four wheelers or by tractors so that there was less of a chance of getting people stuck.
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."
My story starts when I was 9 years old, I was in 6th grade and life was a long quest to adventure and learn new things. I felt like I could do anything and get away with everything, nothing could stop me, well that all changed when I came home from school one day and about an hour or so my dad came home from work, he went straight to his room. When usually he would give me a hug and ask how my day was, so I waited for what seemed like 5 minutes and went back to his room as I asked the question “where are we going if your packing, should I pack too? When is mom coming home?” he responded back with “Nowhere, go to your room!”
My grandfather used to be a musician who would often have scheduled concerts. He played many instruments, but was most well known for playing the saxophone. In fact, he was so well know for the saxophone that he went by the moniker Sammy Sax. One day I was in my grandfather's studio playing around on his rolling chair. My grandfather had a visitor and had to step out so there I was in the studio alone. The studio was normally clear of clutter so I began to roll around like I normally would on the chair. It was at this time that I made my mistake. While playing on the chair I was unaware of my surroundings. Consequently, this