One monday night in January, I decied to clean the fish bowl with our gold fish and african frog in it. As I picked up the bowl all sudden it busted apart on me. It cut in between both pinckys..as deep red blood dripped quickly from my hands I mangeged to pick up the frog and put him in a bowl of water that I had on the counter. I grabbed some kitchen towels and wrapped up my hands and went next door. I knocked hard with my foot. My kind nighbors called 911..The fire department showed up to wrap up my hands so I could be taken to Urgent care to get stiches in my hands.
I got 5 stiches on my right hand and 4 stiches on my left. This is the only the third time I have stiches in my life. I had them as young as three and as a teenager and now as an adult. It hasn't been fun healing process with the stiches in my hands. I have realized all we do with our hands and I am very thankful to have hands.
When Shea saw my hands in bandges the next day she ran upstaris and was crying . It good to know your children care for you that much!