Drama in the ER.
Story of my life. Well, not so much "ER" as doctor's office, however, last night was a rare exception to my "NO ER unless missing a limb, having a heart attack, or experiencing days long abdominal pain."
I got a phone call from Pal as I was on my way out of town for Dubya's first baseball game ever. He was talking funny and since I know my son and his tendencies toward...how do you say...drama...I dialed down my worry meter.
Seriously, dude needs to realize my sympathy goes UP when the drama goes DOWN. Anyway, I was all, "Sorry. It's fine, I'm sure. I'm out of town and it can wait until I get home." He told me he ran into a friend with his mouth and his lip was gashed "really bad".
I was all, "Yeah. Sure. Okay. I'll see you when I get home."
Then I get a phone call from the mom who's house the injury happened at, wondering if she should take him in. And still, I was all "It's fine, I'm sure. It's his mouth. It'll heal quickly."
And she was all, "Okaaaay."
I get home, look at his lip and think, "Ugh. Maybe it actually does need stitches.", and went through the "stitches checklist" in my mind.
No more bleeding.
No scarring, maybe a tad on the outside where his tooth WENT THROUGH HIS LIP.
That's not enough to stitch anyway.
Nice, clean cut.
Decided that "Nope. He doesn't need stitches." But sent a text to my BFF, Dr. J anyway and called my mom.
Mom said, "No. Mouths heal quickly." (Great minds think alike."
Dr. J said, "If it's all the way through, then yes." And when I confirmed that it was, indeed, all the way through, she replied, "Happy ERing!!"
1 ER visit, 4 stitches, 3 cops, 1 belligerent patient, 5 minutes waiting and getting to listen to the belligerent patient, and 90 minutes in the ER later, we had our walking papers.
I think I am going to start taking money out of Pal's college fund to pay for his medical mishaps and maladies.
ENOUGH ALREADY!! (And summer's just begun. Help.)
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