Many of you may have heard of what happened, but here it goes anyway. It was about a half hour after General Confrence ended and I had homework, but hate homework so I was procrastinating. I had dropped my pencil and for some odd reason went to kick it. It happened so fast, I messed up, felt a pain in my foot and thought, maybe a piece of pencil lead got in my foot and we can get it out with tweesers (BOY WAS I WRONG!!!), I looked at my foot and saw there was a line, drawn by the pencil leading to a hole, then looked at the ground and saw the whole top of the pencil was gone. I hopped off to my parents, and my dad lifted me up on their bed and looked at my foot. They said I was starting to go into shock, so my dad gave me a Priesthood Blessing. They were going to try to take it out with tweesers, but it was bleading to bad. They rushed me to Insticare because we didn't know how much of the pencil was in my foot. Once I got there my mom rushed in to see if our insherance would cover this injury here, it would so they brought out a wheelchair for me. they took my weight, blood preasure, and stuff. after many X-rays we determined the pencil went in, hit my bone, and broke off. It was a 2 inch piece in a centimeter and a half before the bottom of it started. We had the choice of me being put to sleep and it taken out surgically, going to the hospital and seeing what they decide, or the one we did choose, having my foot numbed and the pencil surgically taken out while I was awake. We chose this because, I don't do well after the sleep stuff and it would be quickest, but it was not the least painful. The numbing process took about half an hour because he went slow, in squeeze, in a little more squeeze, in a little more squeeze; and he did that all the way down to by the bottom of where the pencil was, and all around the injury. That was the most painful part, once I was numb he had to cut my foot open and surgically get the pencil out. when he had the pencil in his tool and started tugging, it was the strangest feeling to feel something being repeatedly tugged on and then pulled out of my foot. It didn't hurt because of the numbing, but it sure felt strange once the pencil was out he had to put three stitches inside of the wound and five on the outside of the wound. Then my foot was wrapped up and I was able to leave. This whole time my dad distracted me from what was going on by talking about golf with me which I appriciate so much, it helped a lot. After they got the pencil out it was shown to almost every employee there in supprise, it was the big event for the day there. My parents got me cruches, anibiotics, and pain killers from the pharmacy in the same building. For the next week I couldn't put any preasure on my foot and had to have it elevated as much as I could. This got me to realize How much I take having my legs for granted, you don't realize it 'till you have an injury. But I was so glad when I could walk again. I appriciate all my parents did for me in this event to help me, all that they have done for me, and all that they do for me now, I love them so much!!!
Oh ya, here's some pictures about what happened!!!
The whole top 2" of this was in there
IT'S OUT!!!!
Lookin' much better!
