My favorite scar came from a large blue glass that my brother knocked on to the floor. I was standing at the pantry and a piece about 3-4 inches long and 2 inches thick flew across the floor and embedded itself into my tender flesh of the inside of my foot. I didn’t notice it at first because it sliced through all of my layers of skin, the fatty tissue, my muscle, and the nerves, so I didn’t feel it. The only thing that alerted me to my situation was my brother’s strangled yell, and my mothers swearing (well not really). I looked down and I was standing in a HUGE puddle of my blood. When I say huge I mean really REALLY HUGE puddle. That is when I started to scream. I moved and the blood got all over my WHITE sundress. I just stood there crying and hollering like a lost puppy. My mom picked me up, wrapped my foot in a towel and herded my brothers to the car to drop them of at our friend's house so that she could take me to the ER. It was the longest ride of my life.
When we got there my mom carried me to the doors then went back to park the car. An ambulance driver stopped by and asked what had happened. I told her in broken sobs and she asked if she could see the cut. I nodded and she uncovered the cut, and as soon as she had uncovered it, she covered it right back up and said "Yep you are going to have to get a lot of stitches." Then she ran off to get me a wheelchair. When we got in to the waiting area the ambulance driver ushered my mom and I ahead of the other waiting sick people and got me into a room really fast.
I had to wait less then 5 minutes to get a doctor and a nurse in to see my foot. He had the nurse take off the soaked towel and throw it away because it was unsalvageable because of all of the blood. He took one look at it then went out to get stuff for the stitches. He took out a syringe and looked at my mom. "You might want to hold your daughters hand for this." he said. He injected the numbing stuff in four different places and I left claw marks on my mom's arm. It hurt more than the cut did in the first place.
After 30 minutes, I had ten dissolving stitches on the inside of my foot, and 8 on the outside. I had a really ugly blue foot boot type of thing,and had to be off my foot for two weeks, Then I had to walk on it for another three weeks. When we went to go take them out, they all got stuck in my foot and we had to pull them out, so I had to wear a wrap on my foot for a couple of days. I have a really awesome scar now and I love to show it off!
