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Emergency Room Visits
An Afternoon Comment Diversion / Dustin Rowles
Comment Diversions | August 6, 2008 | Comments (195)
Hey kids, let’s talk blood and guts today. Specifically, today’s comment diversion asks you to recount your favorite or least favorite emergency room experiences. People being people, most of you have spent at least an hour or seven sitting in an emergency room, bone clinging to tendon, filling out insurance forms. Share your misery, in as much or as little detail as you’d like: Injury, cause, ER experience, etc.
And, er … let’s keep it light. No dark, awful traumatic experiences that’s gonna, you know, create weird, awkward tension.
As for me: My favorite of three (curtain rod an inch into my backside, age 2; screw in a nostril, aged 6) would be my junior year high school. After running in between cars in the school parking lot, I inadvertently punched a car mirror, giving myself a nasty gash on my knuckle so deep I could move my index finger and see the bone move, Terminator style. I, of course, milked it for all the attention I could extract until, several hours later, a teacher forced me to go to the ER. Bitch. I had apparently severed the nerves, so anesthetic was not needed (I giggled while being stitched up). A month later, I made a return visit to the ER when, during a game of red rover, I split open the stitches, revealing - once again - the bone (why we were playing red rover in high school is beyond me - chalk it up to Arkansas education).
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Comments
Posted by: lordhelmet at August 6, 2008 2:42 PM
Ok, so this just became a TK & Julie story-telling special afternoon. Dammit, I left my popcorn at home. I've been remarkably ER-free, but brohelmetMD* gashed his leg open and helped put in the stitches when he was in his mid-teens..
Don't tell me I lost first to a spambot.