Flashbulb memory
When I was about 9 or 10 years old, my brother Brian got mad at me. He apparently threw a rusty hatchet at me, splitting my nose and upper lip wide open. I was forced to get stiches, 3 in my nose and 3 under it. I remember walking thru the back door and Kevin yelling to mom that I was bleeding. My mom gave me a towel with ice in it. I don’t actually remember how I got to the hospital. I remember the doctor giving me numbing shots in my lip and nose area. One needle must have gone too far, because I remember that the taste of the medicine was like and “empty tummy throw up.” I also remember my dad almost passing out when the doctor was stitching up my nose. The parts I remember are there because of the taste or pain.
When I was about 9 or 10 years old, my brother Brian got mad at me. He apparently threw a rusty hatchet at me, splitting my nose and upper lip wide open. I was forced to get stiches, 3 in my nose and 3 under it. I remember walking thru the back door and Kevin yelling to mom that I was bleeding. My mom gave me a towel with ice in it. I don’t actually remember how I got to the hospital. I remember the doctor giving me numbing shots in my lip and nose area. One needle must have gone too far, because I remember that the taste of the medicine was like and “empty tummy throw up.” I also remember my dad almost passing out when the doctor was stitching up my nose. The parts I remember are there because of the taste or pain.