Splinters really can be quite painful. I found that out when I was
very young. We played tag a lot in the backyard. One day I ran
around the wood post which held up our porch cover. Next I
knew, I was stopped in my tracks. I look at what happened, and
lo and behold I had a huge chunk of splinter in my hand. It was
still attached to the post. I broke it off but ended up with it in my
hand.
I ran inside crying from the pain. It took my mother a long time to
dig that sucker out. I had to go to the bathroom before she was
done, and never made it. I passed out in front of the bathroom
door. When I came to, I was sitting on the toilet in a daze not
knowing what just happened. It took her over 30 minutes to dig it
out. After that, I kept my hands to my side as I ran around anywhere.
Guess that is why I now hate needles.
