Narrative Essay On Stitches
The day was Sunday, a day where our very fine Broncos played against the Ravens, a very tough match. It was about half way through the game, and the score was 10-9, Ravens, and my Dad and I were really in the mood for some queso and dip. I went to my kitchen getting tired of waiting for my sister to get us some, and take out a glass bowl, not thinking much of it because we have microwaved with it before. Little did I know that I would pay for it later. I grabbed the cheese and poured a very generous amount into the bowl, but I knew my family could eat it. Then I put it into the microwave and set it for one minute. While I was waiting, I got the chips ready. I heard a beep! and knew that the cheese was ready. I hurried to grab it, but set it down quickly because it was smoldering hot! I grabbed it with one hand and rested it against my chest, wanting to only have to
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take one trip. I snatched the chips up in my other hand and hurried in. As I was about to set it down, I hear a pop. At first I am confused by what is happening, and it seems like everything is moving in slow motion, but the I looked down to see the bowl has exploded, and the glass had shattered in half, and there is cheese dripping all over me! My first thought is that I need to get the cheese off of me, but I didn’t really feel anything. All of a sudden my hand and burst into a burning sensation. I chucked the bowl, pieces of glass now, onto the couch, and started screaming HOT HOT HOT! I ran towards the sink and I started to frantically rub the cheese off, under cold water. That’s when I noticed the cut. Now, at the time, it seemed a lot larger than it actually was. Even though that should have been my first priority, the cheese was so hot all I could think was getting it off. Then, I register my mom standing next to me trying to calm me down. I take a couple of deep breaths and I focus on the task at hand. I finished scraping off the cheese and took a look at the cut. It looked enormous, and it was really deep. I had to constantly keep moving it back and forth, out and in the water, because it keep gushing blood, but it hurt to much to keep the cut under a constant stream of water. My mom started to scold me because I wasn’t do what she asked.
I stop and give her a good look at the cut.
Now, my mom is not the best judge of injuries, so she start convincing me, and herself that I might need stitches.
“ She doesn’t need stitches!” My dad says enthusiastically.
“ You don’t know that Bob,” My mom replies.
My dad eventually convinced her that wrapping it up would be the best idea, but only because he suggested super gluing it shut himself! The bleed had then stopped, and we wrapped the cut up with gauze and tape.
Even though the cut was small, it was deep, and it stung very badly. I put my other hand on ice, because it was burned. I thought about what good had come from this, but the only thing I could think about was when this would be healed, and if I would have a scar.
It turns out that I did not need stitches, but that I will have a scar. I do not know how long it will be affected, but we are keeping the burn cool, and are caring for the cut. The cut is actually pretty small, and i think it would have already scabbed, if not for its depth. This event actually happened very recently, happening only
09/13.
take one trip. I snatched the chips up in my other hand and hurried in. As I was about to set it down, I hear a pop. At first I am confused by what is happening, and it seems like everything is moving in slow motion, but the I looked down to see the bowl has exploded, and the glass had shattered in half, and there is cheese dripping all over me! My first thought is that I need to get the cheese off of me, but I didn’t really feel anything. All of a sudden my hand and burst into a burning sensation. I chucked the bowl, pieces of glass now, onto the couch, and started screaming HOT HOT HOT! I ran towards the sink and I started to frantically rub the cheese off, under cold water. That’s when I noticed the cut. Now, at the time, it seemed a lot larger than it actually was. Even though that should have been my first priority, the cheese was so hot all I could think was getting it off. Then, I register my mom standing next to me trying to calm me down. I take a couple of deep breaths and I focus on the task at hand. I finished scraping off the cheese and took a look at the cut. It looked enormous, and it was really deep. I had to constantly keep moving it back and forth, out and in the water, because it keep gushing blood, but it hurt to much to keep the cut under a constant stream of water. My mom started to scold me because I wasn’t do what she asked.
I stop and give her a good look at the cut.
Now, my mom is not the best judge of injuries, so she start convincing me, and herself that I might need stitches.
“ She doesn’t need stitches!” My dad says enthusiastically.
“ You don’t know that Bob,” My mom replies.
My dad eventually convinced her that wrapping it up would be the best idea, but only because he suggested super gluing it shut himself! The bleed had then stopped, and we wrapped the cut up with gauze and tape.
Even though the cut was small, it was deep, and it stung very badly. I put my other hand on ice, because it was burned. I thought about what good had come from this, but the only thing I could think about was when this would be healed, and if I would have a scar.
It turns out that I did not need stitches, but that I will have a scar. I do not know how long it will be affected, but we are keeping the burn cool, and are caring for the cut. The cut is actually pretty small, and i think it would have already scabbed, if not for its depth. This event actually happened very recently, happening only
09/13.