Joey has really taken to that cast like a fish to water, or so I thought. We were leaving church yesterday and Joey starting running on some grass (ok, not running, more like pirate, peg-legged jackaloping), and next thing we know Joey has crunched his head on the corner of the concrete curb after his cast tripped him up a bit. So off to the emergency room we go.
Apparently I came during rush hour. It is always a good thing to not be in need of immediate assistance, but it means you wait and wait. We were in the lobby for 3 hours, and finally got back to a suture room where we stayed for 2 1/2 hours.
Want to hear a funny story? When Joey broke his leg, we could only get in to see the new Nurse Practitioner at our practice. He is a 30 vet of the children's emergency room but has joined our private practice after his docs told him to slow down. His name is Steve. My cousin Ben worked at the ER for a few years and Steve told me to tell Ben hello. I tell Ben, "Hello from Steve". Ben says Steve is great (true) and if you ever need sutures, Steve is the best he has ever seen. Lo and behold, but who is taking a shift at the ER to keep busy? Steve. Who sewed us up? Steve. Who gave me a hug when he recognized me and noted I was having a bad week? Yep, Steve. Steve also asked me if I had a camera and suggested I snap a few.
Joey was a gem. He was in a great mood until they gave him Versed (sp?), which is supposed to make you loopy and controllable. Steve got one stitch in, broke another stitch before he called for some harder sedative. There were 6 adults trying to keep Joey still. So they gave him Ketamine, or better known by its street name, Special K, not to be confused with Dave's pet name for our friend Kay. They said he will be awake but won't remember any of it tomorrow. I asked them if there was some for me. Funny thing, Joey gave me the cold shoulder all morning, wouldn't even acknowledge I was there, false advertising by the otherwise helpful staff at PCMC. In any case, he still was not quite calm but we were able to get 7 more stitches in and then we waited for him to come out of his acid trip. Which was pretty funny, he sat up yelling, "EH-LI, EH-LI" kind of like how Rocky yelled Adrianne's name. Now I know what to look for when I am concerned about what he is ingesting as a teenager.