“I cannot stand up. I cannot use my leg.”

Oh, “Tell us about a scar that you have and how you got it.” Um, so mine’s not even like, like a laceration scar but it’s a, like, muscle scar I guess. Like, it was an internal scarring. So this is like — my sister hates when I tell this story, she gets so defensive but it’s literally all her fault. But when I was probably in fifth grade, sixth grade, so twelve, thirteen, it was winter time and my family, we have snowmobiles. We’ve always had snowmobiles. And my sister was driving our snowmobile around our property. And we would always pull each other on sleds and so I was being pulled on our little saucer sled, which is, you know, the circular sled that you can do like three-sixty spins and turns and stuff like that. And so when you go around the corner you obviously, like, whip out farther than the snowmobile and we were going around our house, and because I was spinning in the saucer, my — I was going back-first, I guess? So I was looking behind me, if that makes sense. And so I didn’t see me barreling towards, funny enough, our horse trailer, our metal horse trailer. And I’m sitting cross-legged in the saucer and I come in contact, middle of my thigh, right into the metal corner of this horse trailer and I smack — hit, hit so hard I’m pulled off the saucer.

My sister doesn’t realize that I had hit the horse trailer so she’s going, and I am in such immense pain. All I can do is just lay in the snow, like my leg is on fire with pain. So I just lay in the snow and I am like, I cannot stand up. I cannot use my leg. And luckily my dad was out working in his workshop, which was right by where the horse trailer was. So he saw me laying spread eagle in the snow, crying probably. I can’t remember. And he picks me up and brings me inside, and lays me on the couch and we get all of my snow gear off and stuff like that and I had a massive bruise. Massive hematoma on my right leg, on the side of my leg. And oh my gosh.

And growing up — and I still — I’m still like this — my parents will not bring us to the hospital. We will not go to Urgent Care unless a bone is sticking out of our body or if we’re, you know, in a coma. We just weren’t a family that — we just never went to the hospital. You literally — if we felt sick, we’d drink a Seven Up or a Sprite, sleep it off, take a shower. And then usually, you know, you’re good to go. That was — you know, eat some chicken noodle soup, take a painkiller, and boom. You’re good. That’s how my family dealt with things. So they, they definitely should have brought me to the hospital though with this injury.

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