Autobiographical Narrative Mckay Stephenson
My chin was gushing blood.When I moved my tongue around my mouth to feel the damage I felt empty holes.It was just another day, nothing significant except it was my cousins wedding day. I was just swimming around in the hotel’s pool after her and her fiancé tied the knot when it happened; I jumped into the pool and successfully hit my chin on the other side.I had never been really hurt before, so I was in for an adventure. The scariest trip I had to make that day was the one of simply being carried back to the hotel room by my dad, while screaming as best I could.My parents were calm and said I needed stitches, but at the age of 9 and with the idea of a sewing machine crossing my mind, I cried louder.Was my mom just going to do it? It was a terrifying thought and one I was extremely pleased to learn wasn’t true.I stood in the bathroom with my chin in a hot washcloth, watching the blood seep through the cloth.While my parents looked to find a hospital my brother and cousin worked on reassuring me that everything would be alright.I wasn’t sure I could trust them however, because my older brother just wanted my swimming suit, he had forgotten his.
The events of the hospital have slowly, overtime, slipped from my memory.I do remember entering the hospital and waiting for several hours for all of the paper work to be filled out.After awhile I was finally put on a bed and the process began.All I can remember is the feeling of something very cold being put in my chin and then I couldn’t feel anything on it.The actual process of getting the 16 stitches went by what seemed to be fast, but I did have some live entertainment.There was a man on the other side of a curtain that was being worked on who, from what he described, fell off a ladder while being intoxicated.He was still drunk so everything I heard was hilarious.Getting stitches wasn’t bad at all but I still was missing several teeth and the inside of my mouth was still bleeding. I forget the term for the mouth surgeon I had to go to next.That was a crazy trip though.The key detail I remember was laughing gas.That sick, nasty stuff I had to breathe. Wow it was a crazy trip.As fun as it was to have faces swimming around my mind for who knows how long, walking back up sucked.Between throwing up and not being able to think, I suddenly found myself being helped through the door at the hotel.My only thought before passing out on the bed was, “Yes!My happy meal is still here!” That experience taught me a lot in my life today.For example the tooth fairy won’t pay up for lost teeth at the bottom of a swimming pool and that health insurance is awesome.Most importantly however, is that when you get hurt, it isn’t the end of you, it is just the start of another adventure.
Mckay Stephenson
My chin was gushing blood. When I moved my tongue around my mouth to feel the damage I felt empty holes. It was just another day, nothing significant except it was my cousins wedding day. I was just swimming around in the hotel’s pool after her and her fiancé tied the knot when it happened; I jumped into the pool and successfully hit my chin on the other side. I had never been really hurt before, so I was in for an adventure.
The scariest trip I had to make that day was the one of simply being carried back to the hotel room by my dad, while screaming as best I could. My parents were calm and said I needed stitches, but at the age of 9 and with the idea of a sewing machine crossing my mind, I cried louder. Was my mom just going to do it? It was a terrifying thought and one I was extremely pleased to learn wasn’t true. I stood in the bathroom with my chin in a hot washcloth, watching the blood seep through the cloth. While my parents looked to find a hospital my brother and cousin worked on reassuring me that everything would be alright. I wasn’t sure I could trust them however, because my older brother just wanted my swimming suit, he had forgotten his.
The events of the hospital have slowly, overtime, slipped from my memory. I do remember entering the hospital and waiting for several hours for all of the paper work to be filled out. After awhile I was finally put on a bed and the process began. All I can remember is the feeling of something very cold being put in my chin and then I couldn’t feel anything on it. The actual process of getting the 16 stitches went by what seemed to be fast, but I did have some live entertainment. There was a man on the other side of a curtain that was being worked on who, from what he described, fell off a ladder while being intoxicated. He was still drunk so everything I heard was hilarious. Getting stitches wasn’t bad at all but I still was missing several teeth and the inside of my mouth was still bleeding.
I forget the term for the mouth surgeon I had to go to next. That was a crazy trip though. The key detail I remember was laughing gas. That sick, nasty stuff I had to breathe. Wow it was a crazy trip. As fun as it was to have faces swimming around my mind for who knows how long, walking back up sucked. Between throwing up and not being able to think, I suddenly found myself being helped through the door at the hotel. My only thought before passing out on the bed was, “Yes! My happy meal is still here!”
That experience taught me a lot in my life today. For example the tooth fairy won’t pay up for lost teeth at the bottom of a swimming pool and that health insurance is awesome. Most importantly however, is that when you get hurt, it isn’t the end of you, it is just the start of another adventure.