I got an owie

Back in my younger days I used to have a big collection of porcelain dolls. I loved those dolls because they were so pretty. I always knew to be gentle with them because I knew they were extremely fragile. One evening I was playing with my favorite doll just as I always did. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was playing with her hair and dressing her up. Well I picked my doll up and something caused me to drop her. She broke to pieces. I tried picking up the pieces and fixing her. In the midst of all of this, I cut my thumb wide open. At first I did not know what to think. Then I just began to scream as loud as I could. My mother came running to my room. She started to flip out and wanted to know what happened. I showed her my thumb, and she began to scream. In runs my dad. He sees what happens, picks me up, loads me in the truck, and it is off to the hospital we go. When I got to the hospital, they took me right on back to a room. My dad told the nurses that they needed to tell the doctor to hurry and get to my room to help me because I was highly prone to infections. The doctor rushes in to my room to see what all of the commotion is all about. He sees my thumb and immediately gets to work. He cleaned my thumb with some icky brown stuff. He said it would not hurt, but it stung pretty bad. Then it was time for the worst part. I had to have stitches. I can not exactly remember how many, but I do know I had to have them. I hated this part. It was awful. However, I knew it had to be done. I sucked it up like a big girl, and had my stitches sown in. After that was all done, I got to go home. It was pretty late by the time we got back, so my mother made me get in the bed. She made sure I did not need anything, and it was off to sleep for me. I lucked out. My cut never got infected which was good because my mother was paranoid about it for days. After this incident with my porcelain doll, I got rid of all of them. I was so afraid it was going to happen again, that I did not want my dolls anymore.