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Oct. 22nd, 2000 06:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehI posted this on www.ihaveasecret.com in reply to a thread on broken bones:
I fortunately have never broken a bone. I've had plenty of stitches though...
One day my brother and I were at daycare. I was five and he was seven and I can still remember the pictures of Raggedy Ann and Andy that were just out of reach on the bathroom wall. My brother was trying to convince me that the pictures were on hinges concealing safes that held valuable gems, secret documents, and money...you see, he learned this in a movie. To disprove him, I put both the toilet seat and lid down and climbed up to show him that the pictures were not hiding safes. The pictures were mounted on the wall with screws and wouldn't budge. My brother pushed me out of the way so that he could stand on the toilet and look, and I fell off. I almost lost my left ear to a metal toilet paper roll holder. I tried hiding it from the daycare supervisors but I couldn't stop the bleeding or hide the fact that my ear was halfway torn off. The first supervisor that noticed FREAKED, and after the initial alarm my mother was called. Mom arrived. Mom freaked, but took me to the hospital. After an hour in the emergency room and seventeen painful stitches, my ear was once again intact.
I fortunately have never broken a bone. I've had plenty of stitches though...
One day my brother and I were at daycare. I was five and he was seven and I can still remember the pictures of Raggedy Ann and Andy that were just out of reach on the bathroom wall. My brother was trying to convince me that the pictures were on hinges concealing safes that held valuable gems, secret documents, and money...you see, he learned this in a movie. To disprove him, I put both the toilet seat and lid down and climbed up to show him that the pictures were not hiding safes. The pictures were mounted on the wall with screws and wouldn't budge. My brother pushed me out of the way so that he could stand on the toilet and look, and I fell off. I almost lost my left ear to a metal toilet paper roll holder. I tried hiding it from the daycare supervisors but I couldn't stop the bleeding or hide the fact that my ear was halfway torn off. The first supervisor that noticed FREAKED, and after the initial alarm my mother was called. Mom arrived. Mom freaked, but took me to the hospital. After an hour in the emergency room and seventeen painful stitches, my ear was once again intact.