Going to the ER sucks.
Cracked tooth got infected and spread to like half my face. Very painful. Was given morphine for the first time though. Woah. Powerful stuff.
My father once had a pinched nerve and tweaked muscles in his back.
I woke up one morning from hearing my father scream out of pain.
They gave hime some opiads and he had to lay down for a few days.
He only took that stuff for two days and the endured the pain.
you can get addicted easily to that stuff and he did not want to have it in his system.
And another time (two years ago) he hurt himself with a knife in the belly. He said it was only a little cut.
But my mom got angry and sent him with me to the hospital town over (i was driving even though i did not have my drivers license at that time
).
In the end he spend about 1 hour there and he had to get stitches. The "small" cut was actually about deep and so they had to give him a shot and stitches.
Was a good thing my mom was so relentless and he finally agreed to go there.
And once i had to go to the ER because i put a willow-catkin (i had to goolge that) so far up my nose i couldn't get it out. That was the only time i had to go there (I can remember).
Other time was when i was two and we had a hughe glass panel on the wall on the attic.
I was running into it and it fell down on me. They rushed me to the ER and i still have two scars:
- One on my forehead (i could have played Harry potter ;D)
- One on my left cheek
When people ask me about it i always say i got them in Vietnam