Narrating personal experience (edited version)

'Click-.' With the sound of the light switching on, I opened my eyes. Half-awake, I looked around and found Mom looking down on me. "What's going on?", I said. "What's going on? You tell me what's going on with your finger!", she said. Yes, it’s the finger that caused the whole awful situation coming on.
I tried to hide reddish swollen finger which was almost twice as big as others. I had hurt my finger three days before while I was playing dodge ball with my friends. Unfortunately, it was the same finger where I wore my ring. I tried to get the ring out with soap and oil by myself, but I failed and the finger got worse.
"Oh my god...! It's almost black! What should I do?", she said. She called 119 in panic and woke up my Dad with trembling hands. I was just surprised that all my family members were up at dawn all because of my finger. 'It's just a finger, so don't make a fuss! Although it's swollen now, it will be okay over time,' I thought. , I didn't know how serious everything was until I heard the ambulance screaming outside. My room was now full of people who were talking about my finger. The firemen had serious expressions on their faces, and told my parents that they weren't able to solve the problem. Finally, I got on the ambulance for the first time in my life at 4 a.m.
We went into the emergency room and people surrounded me. A doctor examined my finger and carefully wrapped it. With a serious face, he talked to other doctors and nurses for around thirty minutes. Dad became impatient and asked the doctors why they were not treating me right away. With some hesitation, the doctor said that the ring seemed to be made of a strong metal and they couldn't cut it off without hurting the finger. "We have no other choice but to cut the finger," he said. I couldn't believe my ears. 'Am I going to lose my finger because of a ￦1000 ring?' It was too awful to imagine. My parents got enraged at the doctors' incompetence. The room was filled with people shouting and it was just so chaotic. Dad was angry because they told us to cut the finger of a thirteen-year-old girl. Mom cried out to the doctors to find some other solution. Finally, one doctor gave us one last option. He told us to call a repairman, who was not related with medical treatment at all. I wasn't sure if a repairman could do what all the smart doctors couldn't do. Since there was no other choice, my parents agreed. The repairman appeared with a saw. I was scared, so I closed my eyes. I trembled with fear as I heard a buzz. "It's done," the repairman said in a quiet voice. My finger was okay, and there was neither blood nor cutting. After about three hours, this situation was finished with my finger swollen a little.
After this experience, I don't hide anything from my parents. I know how much my parents love me and worry about me. Also, I learned another lesson. : Do not buy a cheap ring!



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Chloe's comment :
It was fun to write about my personal experience. I think I was very stupid at that time. :D Because I haven't got any surgery in my life, this experience is the most awful memory in hospital for me. I really don't put on rings anymore. HAHA- Anyway, I was a little ashamed that Josh found a lot of mistakes in my final draft. I should have reviewed more. I hope the edited version would have fewer mistakes. ^^;