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I kind of had a bad night. It started out good. I took the Caprice out and picked up four of my friends at about 10. We planned on staying out all night. We were doing stupid stuff, then we went and got something to eat. Then back to doing stupid stuff. I pulled into a development and drove past a house that tons of junk piled up at by the street for trash pick up. We parked my car in another development and went to the house with the junk, to see if we could find anything good to put in a friend of our's front yard.
One of us found a lid, the kind that goes on a 5 gallon paint bucket. My friend threw it like a frisbee. Now, it's got a pretty sharp edge going around it. Another guy went and got it and chucked it back at a friend of mine. I'm not paying attention to what they are doing and the lid nailed me in the face, from an angle. It hit me an inch below my right eye, and into my nose.
I'm not the kind of guy who panics or freaks out when he gets hurt so I said calmly "you broke my nose." I was holding my hand over where it was hurting. Blood was running down my face, into my mouth, and dripping off my chin. We're standing in the middle of this development, there barely any moon light, one of my friends flicked his lighter on so we could get an idea how bad I'm hurt. All I get is "holy *, Mike your bleeding alot."
We start walking back to the car, one of my friends ran ahead of us and grabbed an hand full of napkins out of my glove box for me. We get in the car and looking in the mirror with the dome light on, it was not a pretty site. The whole right side of my face, from the eye down, had blood on it, my hand had blood all over it. And the blood was still coming. My friends weren't helping, two guys were telling me it was really bad, I need to go to the hospital. The other two were trying to play it down, telling me it's fine, lets just go to your house.
So I drove everyone to my house, holding the pack of napkins on my face. My car looks like evidence from a crime scene with the blood I got on the steering wheel. Anyway I got home in ten minutes, went inside and went into the bathroom to look in the mirror and clean up. I definitely had to go get some stitches. I had a nasty deep gash in my face. I woke my parents up, my mom got dressed. We left, and dropped all my friends off at one guys house so she could get me to the hospital quicker. By now it's about 12:30. There was some people in need of serious attention at the hospital, so I had to wait about an hour and a half before I was taken care of.
The doctor looked at me and said, you need stitches. I said how many? He said about 8. My mom says, we were hoping you could glue it. The doc said well, we can do that, but he'll have to be really careful with it if he wants to minimize the scar as much as possible. So some how they closed the slice up and put this purple glue over it. The glue burned like hell, but it beats stitches.
I would like to go to sleep but I'm still wide awake from all the "excitement." It could have been alot worse, if that lid hit me in the eye I would no doubt be blind in that eye now.
One of us found a lid, the kind that goes on a 5 gallon paint bucket. My friend threw it like a frisbee. Now, it's got a pretty sharp edge going around it. Another guy went and got it and chucked it back at a friend of mine. I'm not paying attention to what they are doing and the lid nailed me in the face, from an angle. It hit me an inch below my right eye, and into my nose.
I'm not the kind of guy who panics or freaks out when he gets hurt so I said calmly "you broke my nose." I was holding my hand over where it was hurting. Blood was running down my face, into my mouth, and dripping off my chin. We're standing in the middle of this development, there barely any moon light, one of my friends flicked his lighter on so we could get an idea how bad I'm hurt. All I get is "holy *, Mike your bleeding alot."
We start walking back to the car, one of my friends ran ahead of us and grabbed an hand full of napkins out of my glove box for me. We get in the car and looking in the mirror with the dome light on, it was not a pretty site. The whole right side of my face, from the eye down, had blood on it, my hand had blood all over it. And the blood was still coming. My friends weren't helping, two guys were telling me it was really bad, I need to go to the hospital. The other two were trying to play it down, telling me it's fine, lets just go to your house.
So I drove everyone to my house, holding the pack of napkins on my face. My car looks like evidence from a crime scene with the blood I got on the steering wheel. Anyway I got home in ten minutes, went inside and went into the bathroom to look in the mirror and clean up. I definitely had to go get some stitches. I had a nasty deep gash in my face. I woke my parents up, my mom got dressed. We left, and dropped all my friends off at one guys house so she could get me to the hospital quicker. By now it's about 12:30. There was some people in need of serious attention at the hospital, so I had to wait about an hour and a half before I was taken care of.
The doctor looked at me and said, you need stitches. I said how many? He said about 8. My mom says, we were hoping you could glue it. The doc said well, we can do that, but he'll have to be really careful with it if he wants to minimize the scar as much as possible. So some how they closed the slice up and put this purple glue over it. The glue burned like hell, but it beats stitches.
I would like to go to sleep but I'm still wide awake from all the "excitement." It could have been alot worse, if that lid hit me in the eye I would no doubt be blind in that eye now.
