My Pinkie Finger

Well, today is one that I would like to start over.

It started when one of my school friends threw a big wooden block in a pile and in my direction. It hit my pinkie finger and I yelled ouch. It hurt. Then I saw blood and needed Ms. Jean to hold me.

Mommy and daddy came and got me and took me to the Children's Hospital. Daddy had the portable DVD player, and I got to watch Scooby Scooby Doo while I laid on the hospital bed.

I got to go get pictures of my hand (x-rays) so they could see if my finger was broken.

A nurse then came in and wrapped me in a sheet so I would not squirm around.




The doctor stuck needles in my finger and made it burn real bad. I was yelling owwwwch. But then I did not feel anything in my finger.

The doctor told daddy and mommy that it was cut real bad and he took the fingernail off. The doctor said it was broken too.

The doctor put four stitches in my finger and three in my fingernail bed.

He then cleaned my fingernail and tried to put it back in. The doctor told daddy that the fingernail had to be in place so a new one would grow back. He then put two big stitches in the fingernail to hold it in place.

The nurse wrapped my finger and put a big metal thing around it. I then got an orange popsicle that I ate all gone.

We went to McDonald's and I got fry fries. I wanted to go back to school, but mommy and daddy wanted to take me home.

So we went home and I watched movies and went to sleep. Mommy and daddy did too. We had a long day.