- Aug 26, 2008
Ok, this morning dad and mom have left for work, brother is at lap swim with a friend, and sis and I are home alone. I had just gotten out of the shower and was about to get dress when I hear this high-pitch scream. I grab and towel, wrap it around and go out to find my sister on the floor, screaming and crying with blood pouring down her face. I let out a scream and rushed to her. She had fallen and knicked her head open from the coffee table. I get her to put a towel on her head and am trying to get dress and call my parents. Neither one of them picked up. I left five messages on each phone and looked around for my crutches. Great, can't find them. The dog is barking so I throw a leash and collar on him, throw him in the car, get my sister in the car, make sure I have my liscense and drive to the emergency room. The entire she is screaming, blood is getting everywhere, I'm shouting at the dog to shut up, because he's howling and I'm trying to drive with one foot. Finally we get to the emergency room. I have to bring the dog in because he bolted towards the ER, I'm dragging my sister. I get inside and the receptionist looks at me with my mussed clothes and wet hair, my sister who is sobbing, and the dog who is pulling on the leash, making this weird high-pitched sound. Then she looks at the "No Dogs Allowed" sign and looks at me, eyebrows raised. "It's an emergency", I screamed at her. Then she looks at my leg casts and gets this amused look. I glare at her while I'm trying to fill out the forms, sister has sobered up a bit, still sniffling, and the dog is trying to tear up a magazine. She finally gets in, they look at her, clean her up, and put in two staples. Then the doctor looks at me, and I'm like "No I did not abuse her and I am perfectly capable to take care of her!" When your sixteen, have a leg cast, and are bringing your little sister to the emergency room, it's going to look odd. So finally shes cleaned up and everything, we get back in the car. We went trough the drive-through of Taco Bell and Carl's Jr. and ate. I fixed my hair at a stoplight before we got to the drive-through so it didn't look like I had just been to the emergency room with mussed clothes like a ragamuffin. Well, that was my morning. Some fun, huh?