Narrative Essay On Stitches

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The “Y” Scar It all started January of 2008, when I had to get stitches in the bottom of my right foot. The stitches were my first set. Nobody was planning on getting stitches. I always said “I’m never getting stitches because they are gross looking and sound every painful”. At the time, I was six years old in kindergarten and it was the week of winter break. I was with my dad Greg and my three siblings Brianna, Andrew and Garett. We all were at his girlfriend Suzie’s house. Maggie, which is Suzie’s daughter, Brianna, and I were all playing outside in the snow on the playset when we found a purse. We wanted to know what was inside, but we couldn’t because it was frozen shut. So, us three girls all decided to bring the purse inside to let it thaw out so we could see what was inside of it. After we came inside and got off all our snow gear, we went downstairs to play with our toys from Christmas. In the …show more content…

And that was the day I got good news, I was going to get my stitches out! As I was laying on the bed in a bright yellow room, I felt a cold tool against my foot. That is when the doctor stated “Ok, we are now going to start taking the stitches out”. That was the moment I started freaking out. My mom, grandma, and a nurse all I had to hold me down in order for me to hold still. Once the three of them had me under control, that is when the doctor could actually begin. As I was being held down by three people, I could hear each and every snip and feel the cold metal brush against the bottom of my foot once in awhile. “All done now”. When I finally heard those three words, it felt like it was the biggest relief of my life. After we got home, I took off my sock to look at my foot where I had the stitches. The area around the spot was red and kinda warm. But right where the stitches were at, I noticed my skin was lighter there and then seen that there was a part that looked like a

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