Trip to the ER

With 6 daughters running around, it is seldom boring around here.

But even with 6 daughters, we have only had 2 trips to the ER. One of them was tonight.

DJ cut her foot pretty badly on a peice of sheet metal. She had to get stitches. It is on the side of her foot about half way between her arch and her big toe.

If it had just been a tidy slice, even a large one, we could deal with it but because it was more of big gouge than a slice, we need to get it stitched.

She cried beforehand and was scared to go to the "doctor" but David and I calmed her down and told her stories about when we had stiches when we were kids. She got a neat little braclet with her name on it and she got to ride in a wheel chair out to the car.

The nurse was very nice and counted with Dj when the dr was giving her a shot to numb it. She got a little chuckled when the nurse skipped 35, purely by accident.

The nurse told Dj that she must be the adventurous one since she was also the that got bit by the snake. Then Dj told her what the paramedic that responded to the snake bite call told her to tell peaople. "the snake was this long (gesturing as wide as possible with her hands) It had a mouth this big (gesturing as tall as possible with her hands) and when it bit me, it died cause I am so tough!"

I made a comment just the other day that we needed to restock our fistaid kit. I didn't expect that to mean we would take a trip to walmart at 10:30 at night after leaving the ER.

I kept commenting how neat of a scrapbook page this experience would be. I wanted to take pictures of her riding in the wheelchair but again the whole "broken camera" thing rears it's ugly head.

Oh and I almost forgot the most important aspect of any trip to the hospital: The rubber glove blown up into a baloon. You know the staff has to just hate that but my girl liked it and that is all that mattered at the time.