It was bound to happen sooner or later as my 4 y/o is such a daredevil, but I was expecting something exciting like a broken arm. Instead, he was at his friends house just up the street, where apparently they were dancing and fooling around, when Robbie fell and smashed his chin on the arm of a wooden rocking chair.
The result was a surprisingly deep 1/4″ gash on his lower cheek.. near the top of his jaw bone. When it bled through 3 bandages, I decided enough was enough and that it looked deep enough that it may actually need a stitch or two, so I called my hubby who is working weekends right now, and told him to meet us at the hospital, and off we went.
Now, you have to keep in mind that we live in a small rural community with a small rural hospital. I called the hospital to explain the situation and they told me to bring him in, a doctor was on site and could take a look at the cut. So, maybe right that minute things were slow there… but it took me 20 minutes to get there and in that time, apparently things changed.
It used to be that we’d walk into emerg, sit down at the registration area where there would be a real live human being to ask us questions and take down our information… so that’s where I headed, only to be told that I had to back up and talk to the triage nurse first. Ok, so we take care of that. Then she tells me to head back over to the registration desk and push the red button on the wall, and I’d see a registration nurse come on the display screen - she’d be able to see me with this two way real time camera. The hospital I’m registering with is in another city entirely… go figure!
I guess this was one of the results of government cut backs… instead of paying for a triage and registration nurses, they only have to pay for one of them now, though that camera and monitor set up looked impressive and must have cost a pretty penny to have installed!
So anyway, we get registration taken care of, and head into the waiting room where there is only one other person. I’m thinking sweet.. this won’t take any time at all. And it turns out that she’s waiting for her husband who was already in seeing the doctor. This was about 5:30 pm last night. My hubby got off work at 6, and at 6:40 he arrived to still find us in the waiting room. Robbie was being excellent, but we hadn’t had dinner before we left so I bought him a can of pop and a bag of chips - healthy options huh?
At about 7:00, they finally ushered us into one of the exam rooms, where we started waiting all over again. Glenn (my hubby) finally said he’d give it to 8:00 and if the doctor hadn’t come in by then, we were leaving and would put a steri-strip on Robbie ourselves at home. Not five minutes after that, the doctor and nurse finally arrived (7:55 pm). While we were waiting in the exam room, Glenn kept us quite entertained, posing as a rooster and making Robbie a fish out of a glove (that ended up taped to the wall to see if anyone would notice lol).
After a quick exam, the doctor decides to glue Robbie’s face back together… well doesn’t my Robbie-o get a total kick out of that and he starts giggling away, while the nurse is trying to hold the incision closed lol. Robbie finally managed to stop giggling and put a straight face on while the doctor dripped this expensive super glue into the cut while both the doctor and nurse tried not to end up with their fingers glued to Robbie’s face! It was quite comical lol. Topped off with a steri-strip to hold everything in place, we were finally ready to head for home.
Still starving, I figured the easiest thing to do at 8:30pm would be to head out onto the highway and stop at the truck stop (Wendy’s) and grab dinner. So while Robbie and Glenn headed home, I went out on the mission. I got to the truck stop and realized I was almost out of gas.. went in and got our orders and headed over to the pumps adding an extra 5 minutes onto my trip, then continued on the highway to the next exit where I could turn around and head for home down one of the back roads… except, the off ramp was closed aaarrrggghhh. I ended up having to drive to the next exit which is like 20 minutes in the wrong direction, turned around and got back on the highway and spent another 20 minutes driving home. Darn good thing I stopped for gas LOL. By the time I finally arrived home, Glenn had been getting ready to call out the search party for me. Of course we don’t have cell phones right now and it’s times like this that I really wish we did.
The night was finally over and we had food in our tummies and Robbie was ok, except that he is going to end up with a scar on his sweet face. Good news is that his beard will cover it (so he informed us lol).