the doctor came in and started working on my arm. to break the tension in the room he said, as he was raising the bed to a comfortable level, "i hope your not afraid of heights".
he opened the bandages the school nurse had put. my wound was out and open again. i just stared at the disaster i made. my mother started crying hysterically since it was the first time she saw the damage. the doctor warned me the pain i might experience. he put a disinfectant on my arm. up until that point, i had not felt any pain from my arm. as he was putting the liquid on me, it burned. my mother keep turning my head, but i wanted to see the consequence of my stupidity. after the disinfectant was applied, he warned that he was going to give me a series of anesthetic shots and they were going to hurt. i stopped counting after the 3rd shot he gave me, but the pain of the shots was the most painful part of the whole ordeal. a couple of minutes later my the area around the wound was numb. he began to stitch the pieces of skin together. i was looking around the room, when i got a glimpse outside. i saw the security guard assigned to my room cringe. she could not believe i did that to myself.
13 stitches later my arm was done. but my stay there was far from over. not much after the wound was close, Rudolph, the social worker of the hospital, came into the room. he was talking to me and giving me a psychiatric evaluation. he was asking questions and then he said
"in situations like these, we take the child into a 72 hour psych place and remove the child from the family and into a foster home."
my heart dropped. although i always fought with my family and wished they would leave me alone, i loved them and did not want to get separated from them.
i do not know how it was done but somehow i ended up convincing Rudolph to let me stay with my family, but of course i had to agree to a large amount of conditions. i had to go to therapy, be with an adult at all times, and other things of that nature. before Rudolph left, he said "just so you know, this is now on your record. If you are in the hospital for this reason again, you will be taken away. This is your only chance do not mess it up."
After several hours in the hospital i was finally out. While walking to the car, my whole left side of my body was weak. When i finally got home, i went to sleep and slept the day off.
The next day i had hoped it had been all a dream. i woke up with the stitches, and knew it wasnt a dream....t
he opened the bandages the school nurse had put. my wound was out and open again. i just stared at the disaster i made. my mother started crying hysterically since it was the first time she saw the damage. the doctor warned me the pain i might experience. he put a disinfectant on my arm. up until that point, i had not felt any pain from my arm. as he was putting the liquid on me, it burned. my mother keep turning my head, but i wanted to see the consequence of my stupidity. after the disinfectant was applied, he warned that he was going to give me a series of anesthetic shots and they were going to hurt. i stopped counting after the 3rd shot he gave me, but the pain of the shots was the most painful part of the whole ordeal. a couple of minutes later my the area around the wound was numb. he began to stitch the pieces of skin together. i was looking around the room, when i got a glimpse outside. i saw the security guard assigned to my room cringe. she could not believe i did that to myself.
13 stitches later my arm was done. but my stay there was far from over. not much after the wound was close, Rudolph, the social worker of the hospital, came into the room. he was talking to me and giving me a psychiatric evaluation. he was asking questions and then he said
"in situations like these, we take the child into a 72 hour psych place and remove the child from the family and into a foster home."
my heart dropped. although i always fought with my family and wished they would leave me alone, i loved them and did not want to get separated from them.
i do not know how it was done but somehow i ended up convincing Rudolph to let me stay with my family, but of course i had to agree to a large amount of conditions. i had to go to therapy, be with an adult at all times, and other things of that nature. before Rudolph left, he said "just so you know, this is now on your record. If you are in the hospital for this reason again, you will be taken away. This is your only chance do not mess it up."
After several hours in the hospital i was finally out. While walking to the car, my whole left side of my body was weak. When i finally got home, i went to sleep and slept the day off.
The next day i had hoped it had been all a dream. i woke up with the stitches, and knew it wasnt a dream....t
