For the most part, I had little fear. Some would have even called me fearless when it came to doing certain things. Except if Teh Mom told me there was a fire and I needed to put on pants... then I just freak out and stand there, and when I do decide to put on clothes, I put on Teh Mom's pants. True story.
|Teh Megan, Doug, and Teh Sister|
One day, Doug was tasked with raking the leaves in the yard. It wasn't something he really wanted to do, so he bitched and complained and eventually went outside to do it. Eventually, it was almost dinner time, so Teh Mom sent me outside to tell Doug it was time to come in. He had done most of the raking and was in the lower part of the yard, where he didn't have to rake, making a pile. I yelled for him, and he didn't hear me, so I walked down to where he was. He didn't hear me come up to him because he was listening to his discman, so I ran up and pretend I was going to jump in his pile.
Doug: Meg-ann, NOOOOO!
Me: I was just kidding, its time for supper.
I was standing there, waiting on him, so we could walk back to the house together and he started doing martial arts moves with the rake. He had just been going side to side, and I was feeling particularly fearless that day, so I stepped up to him... as he brought the rake down in front of him... hitting me on the head/upper forehead. I said, OWW! and put my hand up to my forehead and started walking back to the house.
Then Doug started chasing me. "Meg-ann, stop! Stop!"
Me: Stop chasing me, Doug, I'm going inside.
Doug: I'm sorry, Meg-ann, stop. Come back.
Me: DOUG, STOP CHASING ME!
By this point I had almost reached the house, but since he was bigger than me, he'd caught up with me. He grabbed my arm, and pulled my hand away from my head... There was blood. I screamed. Teh Mom and Dad came running outside, because it was that scream.
Doug started trying to explain what happened, at the same time, I'm trying to explain that it doesn't hurt that I just want to go inside and I wanted Doug to stop chasing me.
Doug: I was only chasing her because she was bleeding, it was an accident, I didn't mean to hit her, I didn't know she was going to step up.
Me: I'm hungry.
Then Teh parents got to have the great debate over if I had to go to the ER or not. Teh Dad said no, I'd be fine. Teh Mom said, yes, she is going, otherwise she'll have a huge scar on her head. Teh Mom won out. I was still starving and Teh Dad brought me to the ER. I ended up with a tetnus shot, 2 stitches in my head, some bootie things to go over my shoes, and a huge blue bowl that we later used to soak laundry in.. AND I got to ride back to the car in a wheelchair.
Doug felt pretty bad. I told him not to worry about it, it was my fault for stepping up while he was swinging around a rake, which he probably shouldn't have been doing.
Sometimes, the scar (but not as big as it could have been, says Teh Mom) itches. I've still never seen the damn thing, and Teh Mom always has to show me where its at. I can sometimes feel out where it is, but I can't point it out in a photo.
|The estimated location of scar, which I'm determining from the lack of hair in that area, don't judge the face I'm making.|