“What's inside of a hazelnut?” I asked myself on a hot June day 5 years ago. I was outside with my dad, who had every Friday off in the summer. He was plowing some fields with the tractor, and I was of course getting myself into trouble. I had recently gotten a fold out knife that I brought with me. I was just roaming through the woods trying to find something to do, when a hazelnut caught my attention. I walked over to it, plucked it off of the branch, and grasped it in my palm and forefinger in my right hand. With my left hand I gripped the knife and aimed the tip in the center of the hazelnut. I yanked the knife away from me and the hazelnut slipped out of my hand. The knife pierced my skin on the tip of my forefinger.
I stood there for a few seconds not knowing what happened. Then the blood started …show more content…
I hopped off the ATV, and ran over to the tractor. Dad stopped the tractor and gave me a funny look because of my shirt that was wrapped around my hand. I explained to him that I had cut my finger, so we both drove back home.
Once we were inside I ran to the bathroom and he ran to get the medical supplies. I started to uncover it and blood started draining out. At first I thought it was a minor cut, something that we could fix up, but we both looked at each other and knew that the hospital was the best choice. I grabbed several paper towels and got into the truck. My dad is not very good with blood so when he looked at my shirt which is full of blood I was kind of worried he would pass out in the middle of driving.
We finally arrived at the E.R. and had to wait 10-15 minutes until we saw the doctor. In order for me not to feel my finger they had to stick a needle right into the laceration. I was hoping not to get stitches, but instead I got 13 of them. To this day you can still see the results of my mistakes from years ago. I never got to find out what was inside of that
I stood there for a few seconds not knowing what happened. Then the blood started …show more content…
I hopped off the ATV, and ran over to the tractor. Dad stopped the tractor and gave me a funny look because of my shirt that was wrapped around my hand. I explained to him that I had cut my finger, so we both drove back home.
Once we were inside I ran to the bathroom and he ran to get the medical supplies. I started to uncover it and blood started draining out. At first I thought it was a minor cut, something that we could fix up, but we both looked at each other and knew that the hospital was the best choice. I grabbed several paper towels and got into the truck. My dad is not very good with blood so when he looked at my shirt which is full of blood I was kind of worried he would pass out in the middle of driving.
We finally arrived at the E.R. and had to wait 10-15 minutes until we saw the doctor. In order for me not to feel my finger they had to stick a needle right into the laceration. I was hoping not to get stitches, but instead I got 13 of them. To this day you can still see the results of my mistakes from years ago. I never got to find out what was inside of that