Emergency Room

Billy Peet

September 30, 2010

English

Figurative Language

ER

I was ten years old when I rode in an ambulance for the first time. I just didn’t know what hit me. The last thing I remembered before I fell was that I was ice skating with a friend of mine at the rinks in Shelton. We were skating as fast as lightning. Then, the next thing I know I slipped and fell hard on my head but I got up and was crying. All you could hear was BOOM. The pain was excruciating. I think I got ran over by a cement truck.

My friend and I went over to my mother and I was still crying because my head was about to blow up. My mother already saw a lump and the manager of the rinks insisted to call an ambulance because it was head trauma. In five minutes the paramedics arrived and I had to answer a bunch of questions about my head. After, the medics insisted I had to go in an ambulance and then to the emergency room. When I left the skating rink from the ambulance, we took off fast. The driver was going faster than the earth. It was awful when we got to the hospital because I had to wait in the waiting room for 3 hours and then had to wait another hour for the doctor.

When the weird, wacky doctor finally decided to show up, he did tests on me and said I was fine. I didn’t even have a concussion. I waited that long for somebody to tell me I was fine. I just had a black eye and a huge lump on my forehead. The black eye was quite a site for my football pictures I had the next day. I hope something like that will never happen again.