Monday, April 28, 2008

Emergency Room Visit #4

One winter when Everett and I were playing out in the snow, he pegged me right in the face with a snowball. I screamed and raged and threw a temper tantrum. There was no one but he and I out there, and he was not impressed.

I think back to that, and I wonder where in my bratty little head I came up with the idea that yelling and screaming would have fixed any problem. I was a naughty little banshee...my parents would have been justified in locking me in my room until I was 18(but they are much more patient than I). What a terror. Okay, back to the story.

Then, for some reason, I kicked our cement patio. The pain of kicking an immovable object quickly snapped me out of my temper tantrum, but that's not all it did.

I felt woozy, I started to cry, my dear sweet little brother ran over and tried to help me go inside. My dad and stepmom asked me what happened, I told them I accidentally kicked the patio.

They took off my boot, I cried.

They tried to touch my foot, I cried.

They tried to ice my foot, again with the tears.

Eventually they took me to the hospital, other than bruising my foot and breaking a toe, I was just fine.

I'm pretty sure that is the last time I kicked anything for no reason. I learned that lesson the hard way, but I learned it!

I should mention that I was pretty young, probably 9 or so...I much more mellow now. I promise.

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