Story Time

True stories about my life.


3. Second & Third Story

This is going to be a little different because there are two stories, kind of the same topic. First of the two is about when I was supposed to get stitches in my head. Let's get into it.

It was like second grade and my grandma and I were going to London, England to visit my aunt who, at the time, was going to art school there. It was the last night before we had to get on a plane home, and I was bouncing on the bed. My grandma told me to settle down, so me being the stupid child I was did a seat drop on the bed. I bounced off the side and hit my head on the GLASS top of the nightstand. The back of my head immediately started bleeding. I felt a sharp pain and my grandma heard something fall. I ran into the bathroom where she was packing up our stuff. She put me on the counter in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I could tell she was scared, but she didn't act like it. She cut the sticky parts off of a bandaid and somehow stuck the padded part on the cut. It was about 12 PM there, earlier in America, and we couldn't go to the hospital because we would have missed our flight home. I have a scar in the back of my head where I cut it, you can only feel it, though.

The second story is another story of when I should've gotten stitches. I was at my aunt's house in Houston, Texas for about a week. Every day we would go swimming in their pool, they had a hot tub connected to the pool, and the edge was pretty sharp. I was sitting on the steps of the pool by the sharp edge, and my legs had been in the water a while, so my skin was thin anyway. I lifted my leg up for a second before it slipped off, and I didn't know that there was a cut on my leg from the edge until I felt the pool water stinging my leg. I looked at it under water, but nothing was there, so I lifted it out of the water and *WARNING: Kind of gross* blood started pouring out of my leg. I quickly got out of the pool and sat down on the pool chair while explaining to my mom what had happened. My mom being smart as a nurse ran to get band aids, but what I didn't know until a few years ago is that I should have gotten stitches. She got water proof bandaids and gauze. She put the gauze on first and then band aids on over it, so that I could swim the remainder of the time we were there. I do still have a scar, but you can barely tell it's there.

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