Injury

I've had a pretty painful injury before, and it's probably my only interesting story. I was doing some menial tasks at my church for minimum wage. We changed light bulbs, swept, overall made sure that things were in order for the service the next Sunday. We were outside, mowing the grass near the curb and generally cleaning up the area around there. I was edging for the first time in my life when it shut off. I had no idea how to turn this godless machine on, so I went and asked my boss what I was supposed to do. He began showing me, but his body was blocking what it was doing. I moved around the front of the edger at the exact moment he started it. When it hit me, I jumped. It felt like the blades had just hit me very hard, but not broken through the skin. I looked down to see blood gushing out of my leg and saw my boss run to call an ambulance. I remember sitting down next to the church building, barely concious. One of the friendly janitor ladies ran up to me and gave me a peppermint, which I suppose brought my blood sugar back to normal and brought back to a state of almost perfect clarity. I remember seeing the ambulance pull up, and having the paramedic wrap my leg with gauze. I was distraught when he told me I had to get stitches. I'd never had them before. I clearly remember being driven to the hospital by my mother, and having to show the person at the window that I was bleeding to make her let us go to the back. A few physician's assistants helped me out, one cleaning my wound and the other setting me up to be stitched. The doctor came by with a needle and began pricking each wound. It didn't really hurt. I hadn't felt pain after the initial contact. He stitched the wounds. It was almost beautiful how he moved the metal whatever that he had in his hand to make the stitches close the wound. He told me to take care of myself and sent me on my way. I graduated that same night.