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"My Brush With Morbidity" by at245am

"My Red Scare"

“Well, during the end of my freshmen year in high school, I never really hung out with anyone after school. I was always more concerned with getting home to get my work done so I could relax. On June 6, 2006, I decided I’d hang out with this kid I knew and some friends, mostly because I had a final the next day, so I had no work to be done. So, we headed from school to his house, and then to the park. He was riding a skateboard, the rest of us just walked.

“A conflict started to erupt. My friend Eric threw my friend Chris’ hat into a sprinkler. Chris, attempting to get revenge, threw Eric’s skateboard towards the sprinkler. I was standing by the sprinkler, and I heard someone yell ‘watch out!’. I started to look up, but I didn’t even get to look all the way up. The skateboard hit me right on top of the head, towards the front left, about a thumb’s length above my left eyebrow, in my hair. I stumbled, but I was okay… I just thought it was a nasty knock. I jumped a handrail and asked them if I was bleeding or anything, and I looked down so they could see. I’ll neve forget what I saw next. As I looked down so that they could see, a large amount of blood fell from my head, splashing on the black playground mats and forming nice, small puddles. I thought I was gong to die. I was standing…my brother almost passed out in panic, my friend grabbed my bloody phone out of my pocket, screamed to my mom, and my friend Eric tried to console my brother as Chris called 911. They told me to sit down and put pressure on it, so I had to sit amongst the puddles of my own blood with my school shirt on my head. I had blood all over my face and hair, in my mouth, just all over the place. I was totally calm…I felt more peaceful than ever, but I assume that was shock. Soon enough, a crowd formed, and this lady said to me ‘Are you okay? You look pale!’ No, I regularly bleed out of the top of my skull… Thanks….

“So, the ambulance came, I was put on a flatboard and a stretcher, given oxygen. taken to the hospital (by this point my head was throbbing) and there I received two shots of anethesia in my bruised and bleeding head. Then came 6 stitches, soon followed by 7, count ‘em, SEVEN, staples. Now, into a bruised and bleeding head, already tortured by 2 needles and 6 stitches….staples HURT. But, they then sent me to clean up, and I was almost shocked to see just how much blood I was covered in.

“So, I went home, and that night Chris called me to apologize…I forgave him and such. But he still refers to it…although in a more humorous manner, but I can tell that it’s affected him. They all told me that it’s one of the most haunting things they’d seen. My friend Eric went home, and was pale and shaking. His father ended up calling me and asking me if I was okay and if there was anything he could do.

“It was most definitely a morbid experience.

“Even worse, I couldn’t wash my hair for a week, until the wound closed. Therefore, I was stuck with matted hair, covered in dried blood for a week. Not a good time. I went to get the staples removed, and the doctor who was supposed to do it was about 6'6? and 300 pounds. His fingers were too big to handle it the tweezers. I was scared, needless to say.

“Thankfully, the young nurse interjected, and, despite the fact that she was shaking, nervous about hurting me, I will always be grateful for that. She actually did really good too, so it worked out well.”

Posted 04.25.09