~Donnie Goyette, Class of 2029

This story takes place at Lake Winnipesaukee.

I usually wake up to go to my couch and watch a show, but today was a little unexpected. 

I woke up and as I walked out of my bedroom I felt a little sharp POKE in my toe.  I checked on it but nothing was there, didn’t mind it, so I went and watched TV.   I watched a show and went back into my bedroom confused and I took a little nap.   I really wanted to know what that sharp poking thing was. 

I woke up and then I walked out again.

OUCH! 

It hurt so much I burst into tears right away. My mom had woken up and was now in the shower, she didn’t know what had happened.   My brother rushed to me immediately to check on me. I told him what had happened and he knocked on the door and told my mom, who was in the shower, that one of my fishing hooks had gone up in my big toe and through my toenail. 

My mom had come out and checked to see what was going on. There was a little bit of blood but my mom couldn’t figure out what was going on with all my screaming. My mom checked on me and I told her  all the stuff that was happening. 

Minutes later, my mom piggy backed me down the hill to the boat. My mom got me and my brother on the boat and darted away to the local police station.   My mom carried me in like a baby and asked them if they could try to get it out.  They were nice,but they wouldn’t pull it out because they were not professionals. The police called the fire department, the fire men looked at it and the fire department said they couldn’t do it either. So the fire department called the hospital for an ambulance to get down to the police/marine patrol. They came very fast and took my mom, brother and me to the nearest hospital 

 When we got there, the two paramedics took me out of the ambulance, down the ambulance ramp on the stretcher into the emergency room. The doctor came in and he told me he is going to give me a numbing shot and it may hurt, but it didn’t then he took out a pair of pliers and cut the barbed part of the hook, and pulled the hook out and it didn’t hurt because of the numbing shot.  When the doctor cut the hook off it went flinging through the air,and the doctor and my mom looked for it.  

When we left I had to walk normally with one foot and on my heel with the other one. As we walked out my mom realized we didn’t have a ride so we went inside to get a ride.  And they said they would call the ambulance we rode into the hospital and we walked outside and waited for the ambulance to come. 5-10 mins later the ambulance came and picked us up.  And told us if they had an emergency they would drop us off on the side of the road.   

Thankfully there were no emergencies. We got back to the docks near the police station. We thanked them, and walked to the boat to leave. After that we got on the boat and went to my uncle and aunt’s lake house. I did go swimming that day even though my toe did hurt and the reason for it was the numbing shot wore off on my toe. We went on  some boat ride and got dinner and went back to my house on Mark Island. 

For a week after that, I would jump over the place  where  the hook was, I was so scared of that place because I thought that there was another hook and I would have another hook in my toe.

There never was.