ER-tastic?

Me and the ER ohh good times.

Lets see...

I went onec when i was a baby for severe dehydration cause i was sick puking and such.

I went another time as a small child for a severe asthma attack

when i was in like 5th grade i was riding my bike down a hill and this particular bike had messed up back brakes so i used the fron ones only this time i hit them to hard and flipped the bike and it just so happened that my street was at the bottom of the hill and i done a power slide down the road only problem was it was on my face. (it looks fantastic today though glad i didnt gat turned into 2-face)

In the summer over 6th grade i wrecked my dirtbike and shredded my leg up. They had to vigorusly scrub a wire brush (like you use on a grill) on my skin to get the gravel out. one of the most painfull things you will ever undergo. then they stiched it up.

in the ninth grade i rode my dirt bike down the road to my friends house and later on the way back an F-150 truck made an illegal left hand turn in front of me and smashed into me and sent me flying like a flying thing about 30 feet. That time was the worst, i had a severe concussion, a fractured eye socket, 3 broke ribs, a partially decompressed lung, and my leg had about an 8 inch gash all the way to the bone but it didnt hurt one bit cause i was unconciouss for the most part for 2 days :).

and about 2 weeks ago i cut my hand real bad on sum glass and had to get stiches in it that about raps it up

Oh wow you got hit by a truck. OUCH! How long did it take you to recover?

I was in the hospital for 9 days and i got to go home but i had to come back for sugery about a week later because when my eye socke bone broke a nerver and some muscle tissue went it then the bone came back together and it got pinched up making half of my face numb and giveing my 2x vision but the fixed it up and im all beter now:)

Um, let's see. From the time I was born until I was maybe 3, I was a frequent sight in the ER because my stomach was collapsing and I was severely dehydrated and they couldn't figure out why. The doctor simply wrote "failure to thrive" on my charts and didn't know what was wrong with me. I'm not sure how but at some point I got better and the problem was simply lactose intolerance. I still have the problem, just that it's nowhere near that severe anymore *drinking a tall glass of chocolate milk right now*.

Next trip to the ER was when I was about 6. I used to live in a neighborhood with no girls my age so I always hung out with my big brother and his friends. They liked to climb trees, and so did I. Well, I got stuck in a tree that they had me climb, and I was really scared because it was kind of high up for someone as short as I was. Wesley told me to wait there while he went and tried to get his bike to prop up against the tree so i could climb back down and my big brother was running to get my mom for help, but I kept freaking out because i didn't want to fall out, so Ethan (Wesley's younger brother) told me to just jump out, so I did. I ended up spraining my ankle REALLY badly, and started screaming and crying cause it just hurt so bad =[ Wesley and Ethan tried to help me back to my house but my mom met them halfway and carried me into the house. Went to the ER, got it wrapped up, and I was okay.

I went to the ER again back in spring 2005 because on a band trip to Toronto, when we were getting off the bus to go to our next destination, I turned around as I was going down the bus stairs to talk to someone (lol brilliant me) when I misjudged where I was stepping and landed right on my ankle on the curb. I just kind of smiled and said "I'm okay..." and tried to stand up, but I couldn't. So then the pain sunk in and I was like "...ow..." and then it started to really hurt so I said it a little louder and a bunch of the chaperones and my band teacher ran over to me and helped me to a bench. Thankfully someone there had an ankle wrap and some asprin, so my band teacher wrapped my ankle, put my shoe back on over it, and gave me the asprin. Upside to that? I got a lot of free piggy back rides when we had to go places :D And when we went to see Wicked: The Musical, when I had to go to the bathroom and there was a huge line, all the ladies that were waiting let me go first because of my injury, and they even helped me to the stall :jess: Just goes to show that strangers can be very helpful and accommodating when you're in a time of need :D

Other than that my life has been off to the doctor's office at least once a year for strep throat. In fact, this year's appointment is today, and I have to leave in about an hour, so I'd better go get ready. I'm cursed :(

EDIT: The first ankle sprain was my left ankle, and the second was my right ankle. There was another event exactly 3 years after the second ankle sprain where I was getting out of my mom's van (15 passenger, higher off the ground than a normal van), and I landed...On the curb, on my ankle. Instantly my mom was like "OMGAWD ARE U OK" and I was just like "lulz i'm fine" and hobbled to my first class of the day, instantly told my band teacher about it for the lulz and he marveled at my lack of good fortune. Lasted almost the whole day before i decided I needed tylenol so called home and my big brother brought me tylenol. I was okay after that, no trip to the ER.

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Originally Posted by Marshall Banana

I've never been to an ER, and I will never go willingly! There's nothing I hate more than hospitals and needles; I'd destroy an entire nation of people, if it would get me out of a hospital trip.

I would.

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What if it was a Strawberry Hospital? Injections are given through ingesting berries, and the staff all wear pink. :p

Yeah a couple times. When I was like 3 I fell off a slide and hit my head on the not-soft ground. Nothing wrong with my noggin, but it may have been when I got the cataract in my left eye. No idea how long I was there for.

When I was about 14 I punched in a window in a fury of blind rage and hate, which sliced my hand open fairly deeply. Just needed some stitches though. That one was about 3 1/2 hours in the ER.

My earliest memory is cutting my head open (badly) and being rushed to the hospital. I still have a scar :D

too many times to count

i remember one time i had peanuts at school and an ambulance came to get me and i got a big benadryl shot in the butt

another time it was the middle of the night and i couldn't breathe and i felt like i was going to die because i wouldn't stop throwing up and so i went to the er and they gave me something for the vomiting and morphine for the pain in my chest. i like morphine.

another time an ambulance came to get me after i od'd on sleeping pills. they cut my clothes off and apparently i was fighting the whole time cause i woke up with bruises. i was in a coma for 2 or so days. they said my kidney function almost failed. the charcoal taste was not pleasant when i woke up.

another time i was getting my tonsils out

another time i fell on my head when i was doing a flip after two girls put their hands together and you flip over their arms and i didn't quite flip and fell directly on my neck/head. i had to wear one of those collars for awhile :(

etc etc etc i don't remember all of them