Emergency room visit
May 29th, 2010 by Mike
I was just about to crack open a cold one last weekend, when our fifteen year old daughter came into the house. She was crying. She had sprained her ankle (at least we hoped that’s all it was).
The ankle was quite swollen, so my wife and I decided that we should take her to the children’s emergency, just to be safe. By ‘we’ I mean me. I am the unofficial ‘emerge’ parent. My wife is actually a paediatric nurse, but I have noticed that she doesn’t handle injuries to her own children quite so well. I knew I would be there for a good 3 hours but what can you do:
Me: “I will call you when I know more. Don’t touch my beer.”
The emergency department had about 6 kids – everything from babies to teenagers, everything from asthma to falling off of a horse. One little guy had fallen in the tub and cracked his chin open. The only problem was that he was running around laughing and smiling:
Kid’s mom: “Jack come here! Sit down.”
Me: “You really need to try to get that child to act sicker; otherwise they will never see him.”
My daughter turned out to be okay but it took three hours to find that out. I also had to fill out an accident form explaining what had happened:
“Child tripped over curb and fell while running. Tragically the father had to spend three hours in emergency room on a weekend night while cold beer was left waiting in the fridge”
Anyway this is why I get paid the big parent bucks.
Mike Weagle 2010 – all rights reservced