May 22, 2011 began as an ordinary day only to take a turn for the worse. It was the summer of my seventh grade year when my dad and I decided to go fishing for the day. It was a hot, dry Sunday on Clark’s Hill Lake. The reflection of the sun off of the water was like a mirror that only added to the intensity. We began fishing early that morning and by mid-day we were beat by the heat. It was time to take the hour trip back home. However, the one hour trip home turned into roughly a ten hour trip. I propped my arm up on the window seal of the Chevrolet-Silverado 2500 to rest my head. The heat had completely drained me and it was all I could do to stay awake. My head was consistently sliding from my hand, my arm, and eventually into midair where I would finally catch myself and bring myself back to the starting position. However, at one point I was not awakened by the motions of drifting to sleep, but rather a
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An on-call Orthopedic Surgeon had already been notified and was on his way to meet us there. When he arrived, it was time to get down to business. He began by taking a look at the x-rays that were sent over by Trinity, then he examined my wound. He eventually decided that he could extract the glass and clean the wound as much as possible without any need for surgery. His confidence helped ease the tension from the previous hospital. He began the long, tedious process in no time. Though I felt some slight pressure in the wound, just my bone being poked with a Q-tip (no biggie), I hardly felt a thing. After removing the glass, he then proceeded to wash out the excess gravel and residue from inside of the wound. However, removing every single piece of gravel was too strenuous of a process and leaving it in my skin would not cause any harm. After hours in the hospital, the wreck occurring at 3 PM and being discharged at 1AM, I was finally on my way
An on-call Orthopedic Surgeon had already been notified and was on his way to meet us there. When he arrived, it was time to get down to business. He began by taking a look at the x-rays that were sent over by Trinity, then he examined my wound. He eventually decided that he could extract the glass and clean the wound as much as possible without any need for surgery. His confidence helped ease the tension from the previous hospital. He began the long, tedious process in no time. Though I felt some slight pressure in the wound, just my bone being poked with a Q-tip (no biggie), I hardly felt a thing. After removing the glass, he then proceeded to wash out the excess gravel and residue from inside of the wound. However, removing every single piece of gravel was too strenuous of a process and leaving it in my skin would not cause any harm. After hours in the hospital, the wreck occurring at 3 PM and being discharged at 1AM, I was finally on my way