Cordelia ,'Potential'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ben was our ER kid. Swallowed a penny which got lodged at under three, cut his head wide open the next year. The stitches that required made my usually sunny, completely agreeable kid a screaming, hysterical wreck when it came to haircuts for a while. That was an interesting year for him, in hair.
My brother was an ER kid, too. Falls, concussions, broken bones. I came home twice from playing at a friend's house to find a neighbor waiting to tell me my parents had taken him to the ER.
He smashed his thumb in the hinge of the bathroom door
Yikes! I know of two different kids who suffered traumatic amputation of a digit in this manner.
(Both had their fingers sewn back on.)
My first ER visit was for drinking a bottle of something used to make glass grapes like these: [link]
In my memory, no one else in my immediate family has been to the ER. For themselves. I, apart from the pain management stuff, have been repeatedly. And then some more. I have flair.
My ER trips were all as an adult, a couple times for asthma, once for falling down a flight of tiled stairs, and once for a tooth infection gone horribly wrong. I hate the ER, although I guess I should be grateful for adrenaline shots and morphine.
We had enough kids and enough roughhousing that the Huntington Memorial Hospital ER staff knew my family by name at one point.
I find it retroactively charming that I felt I had "my" ER in London. Oh, like I knew what it was to have an ER.
I've had the same nurse three weeks in a row, and he's threatening to change his shift to avoid me. But he's sweet (if nosy), and never stops until he gets the line in and he doesn't give me a bolus, so I'm really glad of it.
This hospital is my hospital in so many ways, it's not even funny.
I`ve never been to the ER. Oh, no wait, I went for my mouse bite. Yeah, that`s on the other end from ita. I think I win for most inconsequential injury.
Surprisingly enough, I've only ended up in the emergency room three times: when I fell on the ice when I was 8, for an ovarian cyst, and when I cut off the end of my finger. My other self-mutilations were handled by urgent care and doctors' offices. My sister had many visits for seizures.
86% of people are sick and wrong. Just wrong.
I've only been to urgent care once, I think. Just recently. A couple months ago, when an IV infiltrated and the swelling just wouldn't go down. It was...mildly urgent.