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.

No marzipan. I like the idea of marzipan, but not the reality of it.

Noted in the log. Your loaf shall have none. Oh. What does the Peev say of this? Do I need to do a half-and-half?

I like both hazelnuts and chocolate, but I do not like Nutella.

OTOH, I can eat my weight in those Ferrer Rocher hazelnut truffleball thingies.

I've been to the ER once for myself, when I was a kid and broke both my arms. At once. Other than that, just on support trips, once for a friend who got bit by a dog, and a student who dislocated the HELL out of his knee in the parking lot. Stepped wrong, getting into his car; one of the grossest real-life things I've ever seen. Poor guy.

I don't think I've ever taken anyone to the ER.

My mother developed this maternal crush on a friend of mine in university. Because she'd taken me to the ER once. I felt bad trying to say that it didn't make her stand out from the rest of my close friends, but I don't think my mother really wanted to hear all that.

As of now, though, I think she gets it.