I've got more scars than I can really list. Some of them I've forgotten how I got them. I was truly one of the most accident prone kids to ever live. Still am to some degree. This is my most memorable.
Every kid has that one bad bike wreck. Mine required 2 hours of plastic surgery to put my chin back on. It was on my 12th birthday. The inside of my chin has plasticy stuff in it.
I was at my grandparents' house. Mom was at a conference for teachers. Even though I was with my sister, 2 grandparents, an aunt, uncle and cousin, the ER would not touch me until they got permission from my mom. They called the event where she was, and she was so hysterical on the phone the nurses had to pull the phone into my curtain area for me to talk to her and calm her down. It was late, so I convinced her to wait until morning to come home.
The doc that did the surgery was quite proud of himself. Every time I went to his office for a check up afterward (he was an ENT specialist, too), he would bring other docs and nurses in to check out my chin.
I guess what makes this such a pivotal moment for me is that because the ER wouldn't treat me without mom's permission I had to have a note with me from her when I was spending the night with friends or going on a church trip until I turned 18. My close friends' parents and my family all had copies, too, just in case. Mortifying to be sure.
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