After the bike crash, (Courtney told you about that) I had to go to Patient First to get stitches. We (me, Mom, and Will) went into the building, Mom checked me in, then we went into the big white room where they would.....well, for me, they checked my weight (about 65-70 pounds I think), measured my height, checked for fever, then put this weird thing on my arm and I'm not sure what that was supposed to do. But it felt like it was getting really tight. Then I went into the place where I would get the stitches put in. One lady asked what had happened then cleaned the cut. The doctor then came in, asked how it had happened again. Then a couple more people came in and did some things, each asking what had happened. In all, I was asked four times what had happened. *Phew* Then the doctor came in and numbed me. OUCH!!! THAT was what hurt. That was terrible. I NEVER want to go through that again. She stuck one needle in. After that I thought the terrible pain was over. But then she stuck the needle in again. After waiting awhile, she (the doctor) came back (she had left) and did the stitching. At first I felt sure I would feel it. But I didn't. I felt something a little weird but it didn't hurt. Then the cut was wrapped up and we came home. It's a little sore right now, but besides that, fine. I can start playing again in about two days so long as I don't bend my knee too hard or put too much pressure on it. So that was what happened at Patient First. It's kind of cool to be the first kid in out family to get stitches.