My only ER moment

I'm pretty sure I was 8 or 9 when it happened. It was a Sunday afternoon and my parents were practicing in the Catholic School Cafeteria for church. They sing in a "folk group" (singers and guitars) at our church and have since we moved to Ohio. The kids, probably about 8 of us, were running around the cafeteria tables playing tag. I was of course dressed up from church, probably in some super girly get up, little patten leather shoes and a dress. I rounded a corner and lost my balance and BAM, hit the hard floor face first. Of course I probably screamed bloody murder since I was quite the dramatic child and my parents came running over to see if I was okay. By this point I knew I was bleeding and I figured I knocked a tooth out or something. I had busted my chin completely open.

My mom ran over to the rectory (where the church office is and the priests live) and got some bandages, gauze and what not. My dad figured we better be safe and go to the ER because I would probably need stitches. I remember him telling me that and me freaking out and screaming again. I didn't want someone sewing my face back together! So we were off to Mt. Carmel, my mom sat in the back seat with me and held the gauze up to my face so I didn't bleed everywhere. By the time we got to the hospital I was in freak out mode again, I'd never been to the ER before. My dad signed me in (mind you, he HATES hospitals so he was probably freaking out too) and my mom found a place for us to sit and wait. I wanna say we waited for 3 hours but I could be exaggerating. When we finally did get called back a nice young doctor took a look at my battle wound and decided I didn't need stitches (thank God) so they cleaned me up and put some butterfly bandages on my face. I can still feel that scar on my chin to this day.

Today I'm participating in writers workshop over at Mama Kat's so head on over and do the same, I did prompt one about telling and ER story!