It was a crispy cold Sunday morning on January 7th of 2006, when my amiable family and I began making plans for the day. Even though it was winter season, there was a nice pleasant weather outside. The naked winter trees swayed back and forth, rustling and moving each time the breeze would pass through them. The kids were all bundled up in their cozy jackets playing outside, as the sun started rising from the ground to approach the sky.
Hour hand was just five minutes away from striking twelve o’ clock, when my boisterous mother dispatched me to the bathroom to take a warm soothing shower. Right before I completely got undressed, I stepped in the shower and turned on the shower faucet. All of a sudden, the water doused out freezing cold, and the shower base became slippery. That’s where it all started. As soon as the icy cold water touched my feet, I slipped and fell forward. As I was trying to grip to the water handle, my arm got stuck on the diverter, which is the part of the shower faucet that controls the flow of water to any additional handsets. Everything was under control until I began to see the water from the bathtub turn into a light shade of red, like the inside of strawberries. I immediately turned around to see what had happened to my arm. That’s when I began to panic. The diverter had cut into my skin, right
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Once we were inside, a strong medicinal odor reached me. Before my parents would even finish filing the paperwork, the doctors rushed me into a room and gave me some medicine to relieve the pain, which had a bitter sour taste to it. While my parents and the doctor were talking about the incident, I began to shiver and get goose bumps from how nervous I got after the doctor said I would need several stitches. The only thing that relieved me a little, was the fact that my parents would be next to me while they stitched my arm up. Well at least I thought they
I stepped out of the chilly November air and into the warmth of my home. The first snowfall of the year had hit early in the morning, and the soft, powdery snow provided entertainment for hours. As I laid my furry mittens and warm hat on the bench to dry, I was immediately greeted with the rich scent of sweet apple pie, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, and the twenty-pound turkey my mother was preparing for our Thanksgiving feast.
I try to stand up with the one foot thats not broken. My mother helps me limp to the ER room. This hospital has an unusual scent of cleaning alchol, and brings chills to my arms. We finally make it to the room. The nurse brings her cold hands to my swollen, purple foot, to check it out. She leaves the four white walled room, and comes back to take me to get x-rays. I wobble down the hallway, to the x-ray room. We get to the brown, wooden door and the nurse opens it up.
I had gotten stitches in my head before and all I remember is how much it hurt. I didn’t want to go through the same feeling again. I stared at my toes and all I can see was blood. My toes hurt as they applied some kind of a medicine. It felt like my leg was on fire. The medicine was cleaning up the bacteria. I was screaming my lungs out. Everyone in the hospital gathered around my room thinking someone was dying. The stupid doctors did not drug me which meant I was awake the whole time. The doctor snatched the scissors off the table and walked towards my leg. I screamed “ahhhhhhaaggh” I tried to get off the bed as 3 doctors with their mouths covered held me down. As the scissors went through my toes I could feel my leg being ripped apart. I was shaking like a monster who was ready to be unleashed. Sweat and tears, covered my face. I started crying out loud and yelling at the same time. It was 4 am and my toes were being stitched which hurt like hell. No kid should ever go through what I went
“Yes girl!” As I we walked towards the kitchen, we passed by Alex who was putting together the babies crib in the living room. Carmon poured me a glass of Chardonnay and replied,
I was ready to lose all feeling in my mouth and die. Overreacting, I know. I don’t remember much of the surgery, purely because I was incredibly asleep on medicine so I didn’t feel or remember everything. It wasn’t until January 9th, I realized something was incredibly wrong. My left arm was a completely a different color than my right arm, and it had the feeling of a constricting rubber band, sucking all the life out of your arm. My mom was scared that maybe my mouth was infected, causing a blood disease or something. I walked into the Huron Valley Emergency room, nothing was too serious at the time. I wasn’t expecting much, maybe a small infection, and be sent home with some antibiotics. When the doctor came and saw us, he was incredibly confused. He had no idea as to what was wrong with me. He did mention a blood clot, but rare, possible. So he decided to send me for an ultrasound, at 12 am. The ultrasound took about a half an hour of an older lady pushing against my right arm. Once the doctor came back into the room, and explained to me that a had a blood clot from my elbow to my collarbone, I was stunned. But, I really understood how rare it was, when all the other doctors working started coming into the room to see the “15
Surprisingly, she didn’t have much of a reaction do to her extensive time working at the hospital herself, but I still think that a dangling fingertip, which was gushing blood would have gotten some kind of reaction out of her. Her reaction was quick, which I am thankful for, she quickly ran inside washed her hands and brought a rag to wrap my damaged fingers. We loaded up into her car and before I knew it we were at the hospital. BY this time the pain was starting to get to me, and everything seemed like a blur, but I did not show any pain or any signs of anything being wrong, except for the gushing blood and injured hand. We walked into the emergency room and as the nurse was checking me in they tried putting me in a wheelchair, and me being the stubborn thirteen year old I tried to explain to then that my hand was injured not my legs, but they were persistent in me sitting down. I finally complied and when I sat down completely I passed out. I guess the pain and the situation finally caught up to
Golden lights cast long shadows across her face and on her smile, sweet like cinnamon. Her fingers encased in his grip and her eyes fawning over him.
The moment a sliver of sun peeked over the horizon, Taran and Bili stepped outside. It was chilly, but not a typical Pictish winter morning that made one wish he was still buried under the warm bedclothes. And it was not raining or sleeting, so that was positive.
Tiptoeing on the grimy, yellow-tiled pool deck with my caps goggles in hand, I felt a little uneasy with the new swimmers who just tried out and made the team. Standing in the corner with her arms crossed, there was this one new girl, Ann, who had the meanest look on her face. For nearly two years, I made sure to jump into a different lane than her every practice. Every swim meet she would walk around with the older girls and I did not dare to make eye contact with her. Our swim coach basically forced us into the same lane when we began to train for the same race. She was the only other girl in that lane so I had no other choice but to talk to her. One day she asked me if I had seen this funny video on Youtube and to my surprise, our conversation
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
As we got in the car I had a whole roll of paper towels next to me.I was holding the towels on my head,one after another after another.I had started sereaming in agony from the pain and throbing of my head.My dad pulled over so my mom could comfort me and get me to stop screaming,I looked in the car and my brother was horrifyed from blood
I felt like I had been hit by a train. My whole body ached, and I was scraped up pretty badly. I looked down at my hands and they were purple from the impact. However, it was my wrist that had very little movement and it looked like a baseball. This made for a night of awful sleep. My whole arm was throbbing and numb, I was so sore that it hurt to walk.The house was silent, everyone asleep, I stared up at the ceiling, reflecting on everything that had happened that night. Early the next morning after everyone was up, we went back out to the neighbors yard to see exactly what it was that I tripped over. It wasn't too hard to find. It was a small black garden fence, which would be completely invisible in the dark. The part of the fence I tripped over was pulled up out of the dirt with the wires stretched from where my shoe had gone through. We tried to fix their fence as best we could so nothing would look out of the ordinary. After it was back in the
The autumn passed by slowly, almost unnoticed dragging heavy and chilly days of coming winter. The year of 2012 was the year when the white queen crept sluggishly into our warm home, as her icy, freezing hands tightly embraced the Olovo, the small town in central Bosnia. While sitting in a warm home and looking out on the mist enveloping the town, my dad thought how it is a perfect time of a year to spend on the mountain and enjoy all the beauty the winter has to offer. Without any questions my brother and me started packing our ski equipment and clothes knowing that this is going to be one great weekend and a nice family reunion.
The snow that was predicted to be several inches by the end of the weekend quickly piled up to around eight inches by that evening. At times, the snow was falling so heavily you could hardly see the streetlights that glistened like beacons in a sea of snow. With the landscape draped in white, the trees hangi...
I brush my eyes awake, feeling the cold seeping in from my window. It’s 9 AM and it’s winter in Minnesota. Feeling sleepy, I stand up and go outside. I love the winter air. It always refreshes my mind and there’s just a cold bite to it that I enjoy. Coming back inside, I boot up my computer, hoping to enjoy it a little before heading out. The winter days swim together, phasing throughout my mind, and I fall asleep again, or I have woken up.