I am kind of accident pronged. I do not try to be and as a matter of fact am a very cautious person, but sadly, accidents seem to follow me from time to time. I will tell you a few I can remember before the age of 8.
Apart from the cuts and bruises that normal kids go through, I, with my sisters living in the basement apartment of the Kilcher's home in Sugarhouse was told by Atz to not lock (our basement) bathroom door. The door was quite quite old and required a skeleton key, and I am sure looking back that we did not have a key to open the door. He would tell us girls that a lot. One day, I was playing with Shane's Little Tykes tool kit, there was a plastic bolt in the kit. We were playing around when I put the plastic bolt on my finger as a ring. I screwed it down tight, not thinking much about it when a few minutes later, I could not get it off. So, what is a normal three year old to do when she can not get a plastic ring that is really a bolt on her finger to do but to lock herself in the bathroom she was told to not lock and go pee (because in really bad situations my adrenaline gets going, I have to pee) and, try to get off the bolt from my finger with water? And so that is exactly what I did! I locked myself in the bathroom and then realized I could not get out. I also realized that I was in trouble with my finger stuck in the bolt because it was turning dark red and was starting to hurt. So, I did what any normal 3-4 year old would do... I sat for a while because I thought, "Wonder Woman can open the door, I am sure I can too" (I was certain I was Wonder Woman, the comic heroine. I loved her.) So, I could not open it. I waited until my finger was purple, then it started to hurt, so I started to scream. Well, no one heard me for a while and my mom came and asked me what happened. I told her everything and she asked me why I locked the door. I said because I thought I could open it. At first I did not want her to get Atz, because I knew Atz would not be happy with me, but finally Atz opened the door and got the bolt off with a lot of soap and lotion and then he asked me if my finger was fine. When I said yes, he lectured me on not listening to safety rules, but then he hugged me and my mom did too.
That same house and a few weeks later, I was playing outside with my barbie and doll when I saw a cat come to me. This cat was a stray cat, from what I knew and my mom had told me to not go near stray cats because they can hurt you.
My mom was making Flour Tortilla Quesadillas. It was around 5:30 pm because it was close to dinner time. I was petting the cat when I thought, I could give her milk. Well, she turned around to go when I pulled her tail to bring her back to me, she turned around and bit me and bit me hard! to literally took a chunk out of my arm. To the bone. She did some scratching too. At first I was not bleeding. I was a little freaked out so I screamed to my mom and mom came running up the stairs and ran in the drive way where I was. She looked at my arm and I said a cat bit me. She ran and grabbed paper towels and told D and Chimera to run upstairs to the Kilchers. Well, Nedra was home but Atz was still at work or something so mom had to take me to the ER and I got stitches. Not only did I get stitches but it was a harrowing experience for me because I hate needles. Well, I had to get a few shots, to make sure there was no infectious diseases the cat could have given me. The Doctor had to get one Doctor to hold down one leg, another for the other leg. I needed one for my arm, and one for my other arm. Sadly, I saw what the 5th Doctor was doing, in his glasses, I could see him stitching me up and I saw screaming "You're sewing me up!" so he had to bring my mom to come in the room and hold my face and cover my eyes with her hands and shield me from seeing only her face. She said how I was brave and it will be over soon and how the Dr needs to put stitches in my arm because I have deep cuts but that she will take care of me. I remember my mom was so sad, but she knew I had to have them. I seriously thought I was being tortured. After the Dr gave me a bunch of lollipops and I apologized to hi for kicking him. He said I was not a bad patient. he gave me some pain killers because the first few days were really painful.
I had to have my arm wrapped and had to take medication to prevent infection and my mom gave me something for pain when I needed it. I did not want to unwrap the wound so my mom helped me in the tub and out of it to make sure my arm stayed dry.
Looking back, what an ordeal for my mom!
I can say, I still have needle fears, but, I am trying to get over them. I do keep a cooler head.
I can say that I do handle physical pain better than most people. I feel pain but do have a higher pain threshold than other people. Maybe it is my way of survival.
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| Adorable me. On my 3rd or 4th Birthday |
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