Post by Aredhel on Oct 1, 2004 23:55:25 GMT -6
And now I present this special thread that was essentially brought on by the mystiques, wonders and essence of rambling!! ! (It's late )
And I suppose 'tis only fair that I should begin! I present my top two:
The first one was when I was 7 or 8, and was in a wooded area. I was walking with my brother (he is about 5 years older than I) and my father when we saw a bicycle tire up high in one of the tree branches. They both started throwing sticks and pieces of smaller broken off tree branches up towards the branch to try to get the tire to fall down. I remember moving out of way actually being worried that I could get hit with the tire as it came down...
What I can't remember is exactly how it happened, I just know that one minute I was backing away, and the next I had a stick stuck in the back of my head! It was at least an inch in diameter, and was sticking straight up. Yes, it was in there good enough to be doing that.
I just remember afterwards sitting in the bathroom with my hair extremely bloody and stiff and my head kind of throbbing. I can't really remember anymore details, which is probably a great thing, but I'm guessing my dad pulled the stick out, because we never did go get it checked out at the hospital. (lmao, just had this wonderful mental image of splinters of wood floating around my skull..though I know it can't have gone that deep or, let's hope. (lmao)
Probably could have benefited from a few stitches, but, oh well, it healed fine on it's own.
Okay and now I get to share Freak accident #2!
This one is more embarassing..only because I should have really known better...
I think it was my brother's birthday party (I was 10), and we were celebrating it at my grandparent's house because they had a huge pool and he wanted to invite over his friends plus the whole youth group at the church we used to go to. Well, I was supposed to just stay inside anyways, with the rest of our family until they all got done having fun out by the pool...but *no*, I just had to not listen..
So I decide to run out to the pool, and look super-cool by doing a back-flip off the deep end. I hear a brief but definite CRACK sound before I feel the water. After coming back up I remember swimming over to the little shallow part of the deep end and just sitting there for a minute, feeling weird, before moving off and starting to swim like nothing had happened. From then on I can't remember what happened exactly, I was feeling very sleepy at the moment itself so maybe that's why I can't remember...
I just know that several people swimming around me started telling me to hurry up (!) and get out of the pool right away. I remember doing it, and being ushered into the living room where I sat with a towel wrapped around me feeling extremely sleepy, as if not being able to keep my eyes up; but my grandmother, brother and aunt (my mother was not there) were just telling me not to go to sleep, over and over. Someone finally made me aware of what had happened- I had hit my head on the side of pool while doing the backflip, and only a week after my aunt had been lecturing me that this could happen if I wasn't careful ( stupid 10-year old self).
So then I sit there with something compressed against the wound while I pratically beg my grandmother and aunt if I can just go to sleep. I remember this lasting for quite a long time too..and I was hearing them talk about whether or not to call my mother, and I know that they finally decided against it for whatever reason. (My mother does freak out about things very easily and she will freak out a lot)
Eventually though, I think it was an hour or two later, my mom was called and as soon as she got there I remember going to the emergency room and sitting in the waiting room that entire night....hours.
Well, by the time they finally called us, the wound was no longer 'open', but closed by a 'thread' of tissue; apparently this determined I no longer would need stitches. In other words, the wound had closed up by itself (enough for them at least) while we were waiting at the hospital..
I'm reminded of this 'freak accident' (Again, stupid 10 year-old self! : very often, and everytime I get my hair cut I always explain it.. You see, the place where my head hit the pool is right in the front, right-centered, so I'm forced to part my hair left of the center always now.
Well, I suppose I could wear it down the center (which would definitely show the scar where no hair grows now, and will probably never grow again- it's been 6 years now and it still doesn't) and be the sixteen year old with the lovely looks-like-a-bald-spot! (And I have worn it like that to school a few days..heh.. ;D) hm, maybe I'll take a picture of it to post here on GotE
ahhhh, okay...I'm going to stop right now..I can't believe this post is so long just for those two things..this thread is making me feel like an old person reminiscing or something...
no..it's just 1:47, and I am..tired, tired and rambling. lol..
Now I'll be getting some sleep, 'night youngins'..
*limps away with her knarled staff* (it's an imitation of Gandalf's... )
Just take that as a clear sign of my mind in the need of sleep...
And I suppose 'tis only fair that I should begin! I present my top two:
The first one was when I was 7 or 8, and was in a wooded area. I was walking with my brother (he is about 5 years older than I) and my father when we saw a bicycle tire up high in one of the tree branches. They both started throwing sticks and pieces of smaller broken off tree branches up towards the branch to try to get the tire to fall down. I remember moving out of way actually being worried that I could get hit with the tire as it came down...
What I can't remember is exactly how it happened, I just know that one minute I was backing away, and the next I had a stick stuck in the back of my head! It was at least an inch in diameter, and was sticking straight up. Yes, it was in there good enough to be doing that.
I just remember afterwards sitting in the bathroom with my hair extremely bloody and stiff and my head kind of throbbing. I can't really remember anymore details, which is probably a great thing, but I'm guessing my dad pulled the stick out, because we never did go get it checked out at the hospital. (lmao, just had this wonderful mental image of splinters of wood floating around my skull..though I know it can't have gone that deep or, let's hope. (lmao)
Probably could have benefited from a few stitches, but, oh well, it healed fine on it's own.
Okay and now I get to share Freak accident #2!
This one is more embarassing..only because I should have really known better...
I think it was my brother's birthday party (I was 10), and we were celebrating it at my grandparent's house because they had a huge pool and he wanted to invite over his friends plus the whole youth group at the church we used to go to. Well, I was supposed to just stay inside anyways, with the rest of our family until they all got done having fun out by the pool...but *no*, I just had to not listen..
So I decide to run out to the pool, and look super-cool by doing a back-flip off the deep end. I hear a brief but definite CRACK sound before I feel the water. After coming back up I remember swimming over to the little shallow part of the deep end and just sitting there for a minute, feeling weird, before moving off and starting to swim like nothing had happened. From then on I can't remember what happened exactly, I was feeling very sleepy at the moment itself so maybe that's why I can't remember...
I just know that several people swimming around me started telling me to hurry up (!) and get out of the pool right away. I remember doing it, and being ushered into the living room where I sat with a towel wrapped around me feeling extremely sleepy, as if not being able to keep my eyes up; but my grandmother, brother and aunt (my mother was not there) were just telling me not to go to sleep, over and over. Someone finally made me aware of what had happened- I had hit my head on the side of pool while doing the backflip, and only a week after my aunt had been lecturing me that this could happen if I wasn't careful ( stupid 10-year old self).
So then I sit there with something compressed against the wound while I pratically beg my grandmother and aunt if I can just go to sleep. I remember this lasting for quite a long time too..and I was hearing them talk about whether or not to call my mother, and I know that they finally decided against it for whatever reason. (My mother does freak out about things very easily and she will freak out a lot)
Eventually though, I think it was an hour or two later, my mom was called and as soon as she got there I remember going to the emergency room and sitting in the waiting room that entire night....hours.
Well, by the time they finally called us, the wound was no longer 'open', but closed by a 'thread' of tissue; apparently this determined I no longer would need stitches. In other words, the wound had closed up by itself (enough for them at least) while we were waiting at the hospital..
I'm reminded of this 'freak accident' (Again, stupid 10 year-old self! : very often, and everytime I get my hair cut I always explain it.. You see, the place where my head hit the pool is right in the front, right-centered, so I'm forced to part my hair left of the center always now.
Well, I suppose I could wear it down the center (which would definitely show the scar where no hair grows now, and will probably never grow again- it's been 6 years now and it still doesn't) and be the sixteen year old with the lovely looks-like-a-bald-spot! (And I have worn it like that to school a few days..heh.. ;D) hm, maybe I'll take a picture of it to post here on GotE
ahhhh, okay...I'm going to stop right now..I can't believe this post is so long just for those two things..this thread is making me feel like an old person reminiscing or something...
no..it's just 1:47, and I am..tired, tired and rambling. lol..
Now I'll be getting some sleep, 'night youngins'..
*limps away with her knarled staff* (it's an imitation of Gandalf's... )
Just take that as a clear sign of my mind in the need of sleep...