When I was about 8 or 9 I was running around in my friend's backyard and some drunkard had smashed a bottle and then tossed it over his fence, naturally. Me, never really being a shoe person at the time, was running around barefoot. I stepped on a rather large shard of glass and it pierced the base of my foot. I didn't feel anything until my friend screamed and his mother came out and screamed at the fact I had made a complete circle, and then some, of blood on their grass. I am still unsure if she screamed that I cut myself and was injured or because I ruined her grass. They wrapped a blanket around my foot and put my foot in a bucket. I swear that my foot was submerged in blood by the time we got to the hospital. Maybe I'm exaggerating because I was young, but Jesus! Anyway, queue a three-hour wait time while I have a shard of glass in my foot and I'm bleeding profusely. I remember sitting in the waiting area, screaming, while my foot was bleeding. Some eighty-year-old woman with a headache got in before me. Anyway, when I was finally ready for surgery, they didn't numb it and forced me to scream, once again, while they operated. Then, believe it or not, they had the audacity to say that I didn't need crutches! Queue fear of hospitals. They damaged the tendon on my foot, which a recent doctor said I am lucky to be able to even use that foot. However, I will be unable to drive as my foot locks and I am unable to move it. RIP. Should have sued.
haha almost got hit by a car as well. sis saw the car coming but instead of warning me she just stood there and stared.
