Injuries

So, these are some injuries that I have sustained within the course of only a few days in this month.

So, on March Seventh, I got the bigger, scarier one.

Okay, so, we were staying at a friend's (and fellow LotR fan!) House,

And I had just gotten out of bed, and was walking down a hallway, and my mom and younger brother were behind me.

And as I stepped, I suddenly felt something push through the skin in the bottom of my foot, and up into the flesh.

I immediately froze.

"Uh, guys, there's something IN my foot."

My mom took it very lightly.

She just was like, "oh, it's probably a carpet tack. Here, let me pull it out, Sit down."

"Yeah, it probably is." I said.

Because it actually didn't hurt at all really, it just felt REALLY WIERD, like, something was there in my foot that wasn't supposed to be there.

So I grimaced as I slowly sat on the floor.

I saw something short, and light-colored protruding from my flesh, only about one-fourth of an inch long, so I didn't panic.

Then my mom gave it a tiny yank.

I immediately cried out.

Dang, it HURT.

"Ooh! Mom, stop!"

"Wait, stop moving."

I looked at her, she was looking at my foot with a concerned expression on her face.

She pulled again, harder this time.

Which hurt even more.

I didn't even say anything, I just lay on the carpet, groaning and gasping, and probably wiggling around.

She stopped pulling, and muttered something about it being really lodged in there.

That made me really worried.

But I didn't say anything, and braced myself as she pulled a third and final time.

The thing that was stuck in my foot, whatever it was, finally came loose, in this third yank.

I felt the pressure on my foot immediately release.

My mom didn't say anything for a few seconds, I think she was staring at the thing she had just pulled out.

My little brother was too.

I didn't care what it was, I just lay there, panting and exhausted, on the floor.

(Now I know a teeny bit what giving birth feels like.)

Finally, my mom said, "uh, you had half a toothpick stuck in your foot."

She held up half of a toothpick, which was stained a light pink from being in my foot.

I sat up, and stared at it.

"Wow, you're so brave!" My mom said in a surprised tone.

I was internally freaking out, especially, when my mom told me that the toothpick half had nearly went ALL THE WAY THROUGH MY FOOT.

Surprisingly, it only bled a teeny bit.

And..... About, three weeks later, I can walk barefoot and be completely normal with my foot.

Although, it got all puffy and sensitive at one point....

Later, my little brother told me that I looked like Kíli when they were trying to heal his Morgûl shaft wound.

Yeah, he had been REALLY calm about the whole thing.

Like, when my mom was pulling it out, he was just watching like, sweet! It's not every day your older sister gets a toothpick embedded in her foot!

He thought I was really cool though, because his favorite actor, Dominic Monaghan, (Merry) got a tiny splinter when they were filming FotR, and he was making a HUGE fuss about it.

"It was like, half the size of a matchstick." Was how Billy Boyd had described it.

Yeah, so, I'm apparently tougher than a full-grown man....

So, he thinks I'm pretty cool now.

I love ya bro.
😘

I also liked it, because there is this one eighteen year old girl at the house we were staying at, and she's kind of like a role model to me.....

So, when she heard about it, I felt tough and cool (I KNOW I'm a fool, no need to comment and remind me)

Yeah.

So, next injury, it happened the next day, when we were still staying at those people's house.

It involves a whole lot more blood, but it's less.....

Crazy.

Well, anyway, the family's nine year old son had this huge exercise ball that he was going around and smashing into people with, and that would cause them to fly backwards and usually fall down onto their backside.

And we were having a LOT of fun with it,

Until I had gotten tired from all the screaming and running around like a maniac. So I sat down on the couch that was in the room in which they were doing it.

But after a few seconds of just sitting there, catching my breath, my little sister got smashed into by the kid with the ball, and was sent flying straight into my face at like, fifty miles an hour. (it seemed like it, anyway)

As soon as she collided with me, I heard this sickening CRACK! And this SUPER sharp pain in my forehead, just above my eyebrow.

But I took it quite well, actually,

Considering the fact that I respond to pain with anger, I fully expected myself to lash out and yell at them.

But I didn't, instead I just urgently said to all of them,

"Oh! Ouch! Uh, I'm okay, but I heard a cracking sound, and I think my glasses might have broken."

All the kids were frozen with fear, especially my younger siblings, who knew full and well what my wrath looked like.

So I slowly took off my glasses, and inspected them, they looked completely fine.

Then where could that cracking sound have come from?

I reached up and gently touched the area that was throbbing from the collision.

When I looked at my finger, I saw that the end of it was COVERED in blood.

"Oh, uh....." I said, probably sounding totally chill on the outside, even though I was thinking,

(Okay, I was honestly thinking this)

YES!!! I I'M-I'M BLEEDING!!!! YES!!! BLOOD!!!!

THERE WILL BE NO JUDGMENT HERE.

Anyway, so, I rushed to the nearest bathroom, and looked in the mirror,

The first thing I noticed was how much of a knockout I was, when I wasn't wearing those dorky glasses.

Then I looked at my right eyebrow, and, sure enough, a small trickle of beautiful, thick crimson was on my eyebrow.

Like, the skin had literally split open.

I put my finger to the wound, and licked the blood off my finger.

Mm, delicious.

(I am so sorry for any trauma this may have caused you. I seriously need to stop reading Fading Light, because it's bringing out my inner creepyness.)

But I didn't eat all of the blood, I got a tissue and dabbed off what remained.

My little sister came into the bathroom as I was wiping the blood off, she was almost in tears.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that." She said, her voice wavering.

I was momentarily distracted, and staring at the drastic comparison between the deep, rich red of the blood, and the pure, bright white of the tissue.

I soon noticed that she was talking to me, though, and I said,

"Oh, no, Isabell it's fine!" I said, trying to sound compassionate.

She left the bathroom, still trying not to cry, and when she returned, my mom was right behind her.

She winced when she saw my eyebrow.

But the mom of the family we were staying with put this mineral water with healing properties on it, and that helped to stop the bleeding.

But not before I got to gross our my mom, though.

I quickly found that I could make the split of the skin larger and smaller be stretching it, and revealing the bone beneath.

So I went to my mom, and was all like, "hey, mom watch this! Doesn't it look like The Mouth of Sauron's wierd crack things?"

And as I was saying that, I was opening and closing the split.

"Oh, that's just gross." She said, looking away.

"You know, you'll never be able to grow hair in that place again." She said a bit after that.

"REALLY?!? SWEET!!!" I had always wanted a cool scar on my face.

"Yup."

And she wasn't lying.

I now have a SUPER COOL scar running through my right eyebrow,

(Which happens to be the only eyebrow that I can just raise all by itself, so when I do that now, it looks ULTRA cool.)

Yeah, so, those are my two stories....

Comment and say what injuries you have gotten!

Bye peeps!










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