The gash in my elbow was still oozing yellow puss when I woke up the day after the bike collision. All I did was run into a parked car. I must have been going fast enough though, because there was enough force to open a gash in my skin the size of a quarter.
Even though I was banged up a bit, I went to school the day after I wrecked my bike. The only noticeable owie was the open wound on my elbow, so I would be fine at school. The only problem with the wound is that it made me queasy. It didn't hurt; I just couldn't stand the sight of it. At recess I took one peak at it and I started getting light headed. It was almost time to go inside so I walked in a few minutes before everyone else.
Once everyone else came in Mrs. Harvey (my teacher) started explaining the next subject of the day. I got about the first sentence of what she was saying until..."whack!” I blacked out just long enough to topple out of my chair and bang my head against the teacher's desk. The hit to the head rendered me totally unconscious.
I woke up in Mrs. Harvey’s arms and she was running! She ran to the nurse’s office and was very relieved to find my eyes open when we finally got there.
Great story, the imagery made me feel like I was there. Then it reminded me of a good friend that would pass out if you even talked about needles.
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