Last summer, I was sweeping the barn, and there was a sheet of tin on top of some bricks. So, I was sweeping past it and I felt a little scratch, I thought it was a little scratch, but when I went outside limping, and my mom saw my face and opened the truck door, she meant to say, "What have you done this time?" but she ended up screaming and slamming the door.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking, "Seriously, woman!?" When she slammed the door, (of course I was putting my weight on my left leg cause my leg was freakishly wrong!) I looked down... big wound that cut clear through the fat in my leg!!! Gravity was pulling the bottom edge of the wound down like a big bloody open-mouth smiley face. No wonder mom screamed. It looked like shark took a bite out of my leg!
We drove to the local clinic. When we got there, my mom said, "Hi, she just got cut, we need to see a doctor." The lady said, "Does she have an appointment?" and my mom said, "No, she JUST got cut," and I backed up to look at something and she saw the blood running down my leg and immediately said, "I'll see what we can do." So we sat and waited and waited and waited. Finally they said my name and we went into an exam room, and the doctor came in, and told me to lay down, and he said they would have to numb my leg and put stitches in. He also said I'd feel the first stick and burn, but NO!!!! I felt them all!!! I got two inside and twelve on top.
I wasn't allowed to walk so the nurse offered to carry me to the truck but I said no, and I remembered that there was a wheel chair in the lobby so she carried me to it and I got in it and wheeled me out and I literally jumped into the truck! Well, onto the running board and into the truck. Then went to Walgreen's and bought $40 crutches!
You know the punch line to this not joke? I was hosting a party the next day! I was recliner-ridden for the whole day...and a few weeks. But it's all better now! I have pains in my leg that feel like the stitches felt. That's my barn shark story!
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