The day I 'destroyed' my face

When I was in fifth grade I was walking to Defiance Middle School from the school I attended, Saint Johns Catholic, for band class. For some reason, at this age I always liked to carry "treasures" in my pockets. These treasures would range from trading cards, to marbles from the Johns Mansfield factory across the street, to rocks that I found that were shiny or a cool shape or color. That day's treasure was a handful water balloons that I found in a box my basement. While me and two other boys from my class, who were also in band were walking, walking I pulled out the balloons so that I can blow them up. These balloons were small and old so they did not have any elasticity when I tried to blow it up. However, I was determined to blow it up so I continued trying. I blew harder and harder trying to blow it up but it did not give any. I gave it one more try but this time when it felt like it was finally going to start to blow up everything when black. When I came to everything hurt especially my face. What happened was that when I was trying to blow up the balloon instead of blowing up the balloon I was applying pressure to my head. I did this until I passed out and fell onto the school steps. I chipped my front tooth and scraped my face up on the concrete. I could feel the blood run down my face and I also tasted it in my mouth. The school called my mom and she was there in a couple of minutes worrying like a crazed mother would, rightly so, she was justified in her worrying. The school did not share the whole story they only told her that i passed out and injured my face. Instantly my mother comes to the conclusion that I have inherited the families history of diabetes and that is why I passed out. So she made a doctor's appointment for that day to get my blood tested for diabetes or low blood sugar. I was terrified of needles at the time and I knew what caused it so I was begging my mom not to take me to the doctors telling her what happened. She did not believe me and wanted to get my blood sugar checked any way so we went to the doctors. when we got there they took a blood sample and tested it, they also gave me pain pills and ointment for my face. When the test came back negative my mother was relived. However she didn't want me to go back to school that day, and she could not take off of work, so I got to spend the rest of the day and my Grandma and Grandpa's house playing my game boy. About a week later we finally got my tooth fixed and about a month later I was fully healed.