Deja Vu.... after 4 years

Let me start this post with some advice. It is NOT a good idea to run around in an unfinished playground, especially if your parents are not home. This comes from my own experience. I am typing this post with five stitches on my left knee, which is now a pretty much useless joint and will remain so for around one week. I can't play, sit for a long time, or bend my leg, and this is why my joint has turned into a useless joint.  The stitches aren't making it any better.

My parents had gone to Thailand for a vacation and me and my sister were alone at home. The third day after they left, I went out to play in the park. I was chasing another boy and I fell onto a half finished path made of tiles. I fell and skid on the path on my left knee, which ended up with an oval shaped hole in it. My friend said that I may need stitches and I went home immediately. I washed my leg and sent my sister to call our neighbor, who took me to a nearby hospital. Unfortunately, when we reached the nearby hospital, there was no doctor to examine my leg. So we had to drive to another hospital, where they dressed my wound but they didnt have anybody to stitch up my wound. I really did not want stitches because they really hurt the last time I got them. But my neighbor knew better and insisted that I get my wound properly treated.
So we drove to the hospital where I had gotten my stitches last time.

That time, the experience was horrible, as they had no anesthesia. I was only seven - going to be eight -when I had gotten the stitches last time. And it was on the same leg, just a few millimeters below my new wound. They had to get around four nurses to put the leg down as I was not cooperating. I had gotten only three stitches at that time, and this time it would be five stitches. I just hoped that they would use some anesthesia this time, and I didn't want stitches without anaesthesia.

Then we finally reached the hospital and went in. A doctor said that it would be better to have the stitches, and I was going to need them. They started by giving me four injections around my wound, and they didn't hurt much. I was guessing that it was some local anesthesia, because I wasn't dizzy when they were stitching, but I wasn't feeling any pain either. Finally the stitches were done, and they gave me a tetanus injection. They told me not to bend my leg or get it wet. I finally went back home and called my parents to tell them what had happened. I even had to take a few antiseptic tablets.

Note: I couldn't have managed without my neighbors. I feel very grateful for having such good neighbors who helped me out when I really needed it and took very good care of me and drove me around to many hospitals to make sure that I got the correct treatment.