If you read my last post I talk About being
safe and making smart decisions when it
comes to choosing to take an ambulance or not, or just in life. Well I couldn't
even follow my own rules. This past Friday was one of the worst days I've had
since I've been in Santa Barbara. I was in one of my friends rooms and I
decided to be funny and take something of his, so I took his comforter off his
bed.
As I grab the blanket I decide to run out the door. Now may I
remind you I didn't have shoes on I had socks on. I was on the second floor and
the balconies are really slippery with socks. As I bolt out the door he starts
chasing me with socks on too. As I look straight, thinking I'm Usain Bolt, I
see a fire extinguisher on the corner right before you turn. It was
one of those Fire extinguishers with a glass case around it. As I'm running as
fast as I can I think I'm slowed down enough to turn the corner safe and I thought
wrong. I turn the corner losing my grip on my feet and slide into the glass
case shattering the glass along with me on the ground laughing. As I look up
everyone one was poking their heads out their door and laughing. My adrenaline
was so high I walk it off and walk back into the room where I came from. I
wasn't in pain or anything I was just embarrassed more than anything. I was
moving my left arm unnoticed my hand was wet and I looked down and my whole arm
was covered in blood so I rushed down stairs to the lobby and the front desk
had to call the paramedics.
Now at this point I'm freaking out a little bit
because I don't like doctors and I had a big gash in my left forearm and
everyone was telling me that I was going to need stitches. I also have a fear
of needles, I HATE NEEDLES! So they offer me a ride in the ambulance to the
hospital and I said no because like I said in my last post it cost around
$3,000 for a ride. I searched around and found someone who could drive me to
the hospital. When I arrived I got checked in, got my blood pressure ,and a
wristband. I was fine I wasn't worried because I personally thought it wasn't
that bad. I get called back into the ER and the doctor examines my arm and says
I need stitches . As soon as she said that I started crying.
I was so scared to
get a needle in my arm that I started having a panic attack . I called my mom
and she said I had to do it. But since I was 18 I had the choice to refuse
service so I was on the fence but I knew deep down I needed to get it. It took me 30 min to convince myself to get them . An hour of screams and tears
later it was finally over and I could relax and all the needles were over and I
could go home. As the nurse brings my discharge papers I had a big smile on my
face and then she says “ I also have your tetanus shot for you” my smile went
from ear to ear to back to tears. I was so mad but had to get it done. I have
never been so happy in my life when I got to walk out those doors after 2 hours
of being there