Shane's big cut...

In the holidays I was going to Stratford with Mum to get a hair cut and the boys went with Dad to get the sheep in ready for shearing the next day.
When Mum was just locking the door dad and the boys came up the drive way on the motorbike, with Shane on the back grieving with pain.
While this was all happening, I was in the car waiting for Mum and wandering what the heck was going on. Dad told me to get out of the front set and get in the back.
As I was doing that he carried Shane in the front set from the motorbike. Then when Mum was finished locking the door she came out to see what was going on.
Dad pulled Shane’s trouser leg up and Mum took one glance at it and run back to the door and unlocked it and rushed to the phone to get an ambulance.
At that point I still didn’t know what was going on, because when dad showed mum I didn’t bear to look.
And I was glad to not have looked because I asked dad and he said in a little voice he got cut and I new at that point it was a bad cut!!!
Mum took so long on the phone because she was trying to convince them to met her on the road, but they were worried that they would go down the wrong road.
When she finally got them convinced she jumped in the car and put the emergence lights on and drove.
The bad thing was that she wasn’t going the same speed then she usually does and that made me really car sick, but not that much to make me through up luckily.
And when I was trying to hold the bad staff in Shane was strangling his seat belt because he was in that much pain.
When we meet the ambulance it was just past Gordon Road. I had to go in the ambulance with Shane to keep him company. But I wasn’t doing a very good job of it because I was that sick that I didn’t want to talk and what made it worse was that I was facing backwards.
After that long drive in, we finally got to the base hospital in New Plymouth. I walked in and Shane was coming in on a roller bed. I went to go see him then a nurse came along and gave me this chart to fill in but I just waited for Mum to come and fill it in.
After that I went to look out of the door to see if Mum there. I couldn’t see her so I just went back to see how Shane was getting on. And guess what when I got back to Shane’s bed the nurse just took off his bandage that he had on and guess what I saw it and it made me feel even worse.
When Mum finally found a park she came in to see Shane. She had a little stare at the cut then I asked if I could go in the waiting room, but I already knew where it was because I have been to the hospital hundreds of times but the only reason I asked is because I tired to make a conversation to get my mind off things.
Mum pointed in the direction and I had to go and sit down.
I asked Mum if I could go and get some water from the café which was right beside the hospital and then I asked if I could ring nana and Granddad if they could come and pick me up, because they were staying up at their caravan on belt road.
Mum said it was ok so rang them on my sell phone and they came to pick me up but before they went to go see Shane where he was in a room with about 10 other people in beds.
When they came in the room and talked to Shane he got emotional and when the nurse came in to check on him he tried to hide his feelings in so. The nurse UN bandaged him I was hiding behind the curtain so I felt better. Shane wanted me to look but that didn’t convince me.
She re bandaged it up with a clean one.
Me and my grandparents left and then we went to go and see some of their friends that had a really, really three story flash house by the beach.
Nana and Granddad told them about Shane’s leg and they had a cup of tea and we left to the caravan.
When we got there to was cold and windy but at the same time it was nice and cosy in a warn blanket watching TV.
A while after we got to the caravan Granddad left to go to the farm and check and the cattle. Right after he left Shane and Mum came around the corner.
It was quite surprising that he got to come home because he had 27 stichs and Shane said that it took an hour to do it all, but he was lucky that it wasn’t even worse.

My Essay

It’s better living in the country…

To me this statement goes both ways because if you did live in the country it would be along way in to town and you would be spending most of your time in the car travelling.
For me the good thing about living in the country would have to be not as much traffic unlike the towns and the cities which make it noisier and you wouldn’t find the air as fresh. In addition it would make it bad for the environment with all that pollution.
And how about the parents, how do you think they coup with all that travelling and the money spending with the petrol. What about the time pressure, trying to get to places on time? Like… taking your kids to sport, going grocery shopping and all those meetings that they have to get to on time? How much pressure do you think they’ve on their backs? But the good things about it would be they can relax more in the country because they don’t have the noise and racket of cars going past all the time like the cites do.
And not forgetting all those sporty people out there that live in the country. How early do you think they have to wake up in the morning to get to an early starter game ah! That distance they have to travel, but luckily there are a couple of good things about it… they have a peaceful drive in and they might even meet some people on the road that they know. That would make it a pleasant drive in wouldn’t it?
For the animals, they would be having the time of their lives if they didn’t live in the town as a pets and think of how big their paddock would be. No room to roam around in and how boring do think just waking up to this little block of grass and living in there your whole life without a friend to play with and think how much grass they would have when really the only thing they really do is just eat. Thinking about I’d say that I’d be starving to death by now.
Now I hope you listened to every thing I’ve said and that shows you that living in the country can have it’s minuses and pluses.

My Essay