My Father’s Injury

            Have you ever seen someone you love is in trouble? What did you feel? Did you feel worried, afraid or sad? Yes, I felt that kind of feeling when my beloved father got an accident. That was ten years ago when I was in fourth grade in elementary school. That was the worst experience that I ever felt. I was very shock, when I knew my beloved father got an accident and it made he got 38 needleworks on his left shoulder.

            Ten years ago, my beloved father got an accident. At that time, as usual he went to the field in the morning. He wanted to cut the grass to feed his cows. Unfortunately, a sickle that he brought to cut the grass scathed his left shoulder. I don’t know exactly the chronological how that sickle could scathe his shoulder, because I don’t want to know. I am afraid to imagine that thing. That was Sunday morning, I was at home with my Mom. Both of my brothers went to Denpasar to buy a pair of football shoes. Suddenly, my father called my mother. Then, she and I looked at my father. We were very shocked, afraid and worried when we saw my father’s body full of blood. His complexion and flesh on left shoulder was lost.

            My Mom was panic. She asked help to my nearest neighbors. They came and they were quickly took my father to the nearest Public Health Centre to get the first aid. It was very disappointed. There was no a doctor yet, there was only a nurse there, whereas that was at 8.30 in the morning. When my mom asked the nurse to bring my father to the hospital by ambulance, she said that the ambulance’s driver was not coming yet. Although, I was ten years old I knew how panic and disappointed my mom was.  Eventually, my father was brought to the hospital by my neighbor’s car.

            Finally, he arrived at Kemoning hospital. The nurses readily took my father to the emergency unit.  Then, a doctor gave him 38 needleworks on his left shoulder. The doctor said that he didn’t need to stay at the hospital for several days. He allowed him to back home and took rest at home. He gave my father some medicines to help the healing of my father’s injury. My mom was relieved because that injury didn’t endanger my father’s life. After that we turned home together.

              So, I think, that accident was the most terrible experience that I ever had. I saw directly my father’s body full of blood. Moreover bad service from the Public Health Center made that day totally horrible for me. Since that time, am afraid when I see an injury or blood.