Narrative Essay On Stitches
The day was Sunday, a day where our very fine Broncos played against the Ravens, a very tough match. It was about half way through the game, and the score was 10-9, Ravens, and my Dad and I were really in the mood for some queso and dip. I went to my kitchen getting tired of waiting for my sister to get us some, and take out a glass bowl, not thinking much of it because we have microwaved with it before. Little did I know that I would pay for it later. I grabbed the cheese and poured a very generous amount into the bowl, but I knew my family could eat it. Then I put it into the microwave and set it for one minute. While I was waiting, I got the chips ready. I heard a beep! and knew that the cheese was ready. I hurried to grab it, but set it down quickly because it was smoldering hot! I grabbed it with one hand and rested it against my chest, wanting to only have to
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Now, my mom is not the best judge of injuries, so she start convincing me, and herself that I might need stitches.
“ She doesn’t need stitches!” My dad says enthusiastically.
“ You don’t know that Bob,” My mom replies.
My dad eventually convinced her that wrapping it up would be the best idea, but only because he suggested super gluing it shut himself! The bleed had then stopped, and we wrapped the cut up with gauze and tape.
Even though the cut was small, it was deep, and it stung very badly. I put my other hand on ice, because it was burned. I thought about what good had come from this, but the only thing I could think about was when this would be healed, and if I would have a scar.
It turns out that I did not need stitches, but that I will have a scar. I do not know how long it will be affected, but we are keeping the burn cool, and are caring for the cut. The cut is actually pretty small, and i think it would have already scabbed, if not for its depth. This event actually happened very recently, happening only
Now, my mom is not the best judge of injuries, so she start convincing me, and herself that I might need stitches.
“ She doesn’t need stitches!” My dad says enthusiastically.
“ You don’t know that Bob,” My mom replies.
My dad eventually convinced her that wrapping it up would be the best idea, but only because he suggested super gluing it shut himself! The bleed had then stopped, and we wrapped the cut up with gauze and tape.
Even though the cut was small, it was deep, and it stung very badly. I put my other hand on ice, because it was burned. I thought about what good had come from this, but the only thing I could think about was when this would be healed, and if I would have a scar.
It turns out that I did not need stitches, but that I will have a scar. I do not know how long it will be affected, but we are keeping the burn cool, and are caring for the cut. The cut is actually pretty small, and i think it would have already scabbed, if not for its depth. This event actually happened very recently, happening only