10/25-10/29 A Time In My Life That I Was Injured

So let’s travel back to the summer of 2000, when I was about seven years old. I was sleeping over at my best friend’s house, Kelsey Osucha. It was just a typical sleepover; probably one out of fifty we had that summer. We were having a grand old time just like we always did. Kels and I were in the basement pulling each other on a blanket. One of us would sit on the blanket while the other would pull it. I remember Mrs. Osucha telling us, “stop someone will get hurt.” But of course be the little rebels that we were, we kept doing it. I’ m not quite sure why we kept doing it, when I think about it now it doesn’t seem that fun. But there we were pulling each other on that Barbie print blanket. It was finally my turn, so I hoped on the blanket onto my hands and knees and Kels started to pull. Right as she took the first pull, I fell forward onto my face right on the tile ground. I remember it not hurting that bad, but hurt enough to be concerned. I asked Kelsey if I was bleeding and she replied with, “No you’re fine, let’s do it again.” But then all of a sudden I tasted the blood. Kelsey, although still wanted to continue to play, also noticed the blood dripping from my lip. She grabbed me and pulled me upstairs to wake up her mother. Mrs. Osucha took me into that bathroom and gave me a towel to stop the blood. As I looked into the mirror, I could see that I had a big gash beneath my lower lip. It didn’t hurt as bad as it looked. I remember Mrs. Osucha being worried that I would need stitches or have to go to the hospital so she started trying to get a hold of my parents. Now it was late at night, so my parents, being the deep sleepers that they are, did not hear the telephone ring. After trying multiple times, Mrs. Osucha was still in a panic and decided to bring me home. She thought that hopefully my parents would hear the doorbell ring and wonder what was going on. So Me, Kels and Mrs. Osucha hoped in the car and I was home bound. I kept the towel on my lip the whole time, and when we finally got to my house, the doorbell ringing began. I’m not quite sure how many times we rang the doorbell; all I know is that it took a lot of rings for my parents to wake up. So when they finally answered the door, they brought us all inside. Mrs. Osucha explained to them what happened and explained how she didn’t know if I would need stitches or not. The plan was that I would go to bed, and if it still looks bad in the morning they’ll take me to the hospital. So Mrs. Osucha and Kelsey left and I climbed into bed. That morning, my mom called the doctor and they explained that it was too late for stitches no matter how bad it was. I had to live with a hole beneath my lip until it healed. Every day we treated the cut with an antibiotic. Day-by-day we saw it getting better. Till this day I have a small scar in the shape of a tooth underneath my lip that reminds me not only of the night I put my tooth through my skin but of the friendship I have with Kelsey Osucha.