The Stick In My Foot....

Remember the day we had a snow day, but it was really like a rain day? It was really icy, and really nasty. Well that day just did not go well. My dad had to stay home from work because our garage decided to collect water. Well when that happened, it got up far enough to come through under the walls and into the basement.. Talk about scary. Only one carpet got ruined, so that was good. Then, that night, my dad wanted me to go get sand with him, but I wanted my mom to switch my phone over, because I dropped mine in the toilet. Oh yeah, I dropped my phone in the toilet that day too. Cute. It was in three pieces in the flushing toilet.

Back to my story, mom was yelling at me to go get sand with dad, I was yelling at her to do my phone, and my dad was quietly standing there. I had no socks on so I ran down to my bedroom to get socks. I found them, tried putting one on and then I lost my balance. When I lost my balance, I stepped down real quick and stepped onto a skewer. Like a shish kabob stick. Don't know why it was on my floor, or how it got there. Well, it did. AND it went into my foot about two inches. Sweeeeet.

I tried to pull it out, mind you I was downstairs in my room alone. So I tugged on it, it wasn't coming out. I crawled up the stairs crying and mom finally decided to love me and ask what's wrong. I lifted up my foot and she almost fell off her chair. She was yelling at me telling me I had to pull it out, I was yelling telling her I couldn't, and then I decided I needed to do something. So I pulled and pulled and it didn't even budge.

My mom yelled out to my dad who had gone outside to get buckets for the sand. He came up and did just about the same thing. He seemed to think HE was going to pull this thing out of my foot. I think NOT. So we had to go to the Emergency Room.

I had to ride a half an hour to Ellsworth on Route 1 which is like bump city, WITH A STICK IN MY FOOT! We got there, I limped inside, and when the people saw it they immediately put me in a wheel chair and wheeled me to Room 15.

All the nurses and doctors in there came in to look and all had the same impression. Well, my mom works at the hospital in Ellsworth so she knows a lot of the doctors. In fact, she works for a foot doctor. How cute. Well the nurse that was on my chart decided she thought it would be a good idea to ask me if I jumped on it. Really lady? You think I'd just go running around jumping on sticks? Good one. She happens to be the nurse my mom calls an idiot.

They numbed my foot with a gel, took me to X-ray to see how far in my foot it was, and then brought me back. Right away the X-rays came out and they couldn't tell how far it was in, or if it had broken off in my foot. So at this point, they decided they needed to put a needle in my foot and shoot Lidocane as far as they could into my foot until I told them I couldn't feel it. While that happened, I had Eric next to me holding my hand, and I had my head buried in his arm so I couldn't see the needle.

The doctor, who was incredibly hot, my mom even said so, started asking me questions like where I was from, what sports I play, and then the nurse said it was out. It came out all in one piece, very clean. Phew, I knew I didn't have to have surgery, and I was so relieved I never even felt it. I didn't feel him pull or anything.

After it was out, the X-ray tech that took my X-rays, came to the door, stuck his tongue out, and walked away. He was the best. The nurse was cleaning me up and squirting some stuff in the hole, and asked the doctor if it was in there and he said he had to pull hard. You could tell on the skewer how far in it was. A solid two inches. They were all so surprised it didn't hit a bone or anything, I'm good. It healed up within a week, and now you can't even tell it happened! I kind of wish I had a battle scar though so I could say something crazier happened.