Rough Night

Well, Friday, March 23rd, will not be a day worth repeating anytime soon.  Ryan fell in the living room and cut his head open on either the corner of the table or a game box. We tried to make our lives easier by visiting a satellite Children's Hospital Clinic.  Unfortunately, she took one look at him and decided the cut was too bad and he may need to be sedated and need plastic surgery.  Fortunately, Ryan seemed to be in okay spirits.  He didn't seem to be in any pain and was acting normal. 

We then drove about 45 minutes to the main Hospital's ER, only to find a slew of people there.  And even though he is so cute and had a big gash on his head... that didn't get us in any quicker.  Eventually, we saw a nurse and were told that if he had to be sedated it would be at least 6 hours before they did anything.  Seeing how that would have been midnight, I opted to take Michael home. 

Feeling somewhat distraught about if I should stay or go (didn't want to watch him be sedated or get stitches but didn't want to leave either) ... I wasn't paying attention and hit the front of the van into the concrete column in the parking garage while backing up. So now, there is a nice dent above the driver's wheel.  Also, when Michael saw how upset I was about the dent he said "Maybe we should walk home." He didn't realize it would have taken us until morning to get home. 

Of course, about 20 minutes after we left, the doctor looked at Ryan and decided that he didn't need to be sedated, so he had a numbing ointment applied and then he had four stitches put in for his cut.  The van is still waiting it's visit to the ER.  It continues to run, but both Ryan and the van are getting a lot of looks when we are out. 

Definitely not worth repeating.