I stated in an earlier post that I was a disaster waiting to happen. Well, here is another installment of my days as an accident. When I was young, the Doctors at the local hospital knew me by name. My father even got a little scared to take me to the hospital because he feared they may put him in jail for beating me…which was never the case….I used to enjoy taking the bar of soap and rubbing it onto the bottom of the tub while I was taking my bath. This made for a really cool sliding effect while I was bathing. I would slip and slide everywhere in the tub…back when I had a lot more room to slide around….Well, one day the soap did not rinse off the bottom of the tub and I fell and hit my chin on the edge of it. So, we headed for the hospital and got me all patched up and stitched and headed back to my home for the night. That was not the case at all…my mother sent me to my room to change into my PJs for bed because it had already been a long day. I bent down to take my pants off and…SMACK….I hit my head on the corner of my dresser and soon found myself back in the same ER with the same Doctors stitching me up again…..OH my childhood…My poor parents….It only got better from here.Well, maybe a little more painful.
May 20, 2012 Leave a Comment
To The Hospital Twice In One Day
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