Have you ever had stitches? Well, I have. Let me tell you how I got them.

 

The other day, the day before I got my stitches, while I was getting a glass of water, my cup split in half. Fortunately, it was in the sink, not on the ground. So I threw it in the trash.

 

The next day, I took out the trash and as I was lifting it up to put it in the outside garbage, it split my leg. I screamed bloody murder (except I usually do, so it was no surprise to my parents). But either way, my mom asked, "What's wrong?" I screamed, "Come and see!" She was in bed and she had a head ache, so she didn't want to get out of bed, so she said, "No, come and show me." So I had to limp inside and into Mom's room. Then when I put my leg on her bed, she saw the biggest cut she had ever seen. She quickly brought me into the living room floor and got a towel to put under me. As soon as they got it wrapped up, they took me to the doctor. I had to get 20 stitches. He said that it was the most stitches he ever gave since this guy crashed on a motorcycle.

 

For the next 10 days I had to change my bandage every day and I couldn't soak, I could only shower. I had to do it every night, or it might get infected. Finally on Saturday, I got my stitches out. I was finally able to run and play without worry of my cut splitting open.