The Lost Toothpick

When I was around 15 years old I was not like most kids my age. I was the boy in school that guys hated because girls liked him. I had gotten myself into many sticky situations because I was accident prone. One of the most memorable times was when I got a toothpick stuck in my foot - and yes, I said a toothpick.

I was a neat freak (I think I got inherited the OCD from my mother) I had to have everything nice and clean before I could ever go to sleep. I was following my usual daily routine of cleaning my room before I went to sleep when I stepped on the infamous toothpick. My first reaction was to try and pull it out - I did exactly that. The problem was that only half of the toothpick came out. I had not started to panic...yet. I proceeded to go and tell my mother the situation but she did not know what to do(It was in pretty deep.)

She called the doctor and he told her the only thing to do was to come in to the emergency room. We went in I told my story then, you guessed it- we sat for and hour. The checked my blood pressure, asked questions, took us to a room, then again...we sat for an hour. We then had to go so I could get an x-ray taken. The x-ray technician took pictures of my throbbing foot from all different angles and escorted me back to the room...in a wheelchair. When the doctor came in(an hour later) he asked questions then he broke the news. He was going to slice my foot so that he could look for the toothpick. He said it would hurt.

He came back in after the nurse set everything up. He sat on the revolving stool and shot me in the foot - twice - only to numb it. After that he started to open my foot up so that he could "search" for the object. In other words dig into my foot. After about fie minutes of digging he said he was giving up because there was no sign of the toothpick and that I would need stitches. He cleaned the cut, stitched it up, and left. That was it. I felt so embarrassed that I would have to go home to my family and recount that horrible story. I could have died from not the actual embarrassment but the feeling of being embarrassment. To this day I still thank God that it was the week of Thanksgiving Break and that nobody at school ever found out ho I got taken down by the toothpick. And so your wondering mind will know I am telling you that the toothpick is now gone.