We never go to the ER if we can help it. Part of that is due to the fact that I am borderline germophobic and feel like we will catch worse things sitting there waiting than we are there to be seen for.

We were actually told that by the triage person at the local kid's hospital.

DS was 6 months old and had just smashed his mouth into a table at a restaurant; first time sitting in a highchair, he was tired, and just as I was about to take him out the food arrived and I felt it was safer to keep him in the chair with hot food being put down. A few minutes later, blam, one brand new tooth, lost.
His healthcare provider (who called me back even though it was late into the evening, yay her) said a dentist wasn't needed, so we were just going to go home. Then the tooth, which had been hanging on by a "thread", disappeared, and I just didn't know if that was cause for worry. So we went up the hill to Mary Bridge hospital, mind you this was mid-December, waited, and we were finally seen by the triage person. She said it would pass or dissolve, and to go home b/c there were "sick people here". I liked her.
DS has been there two more times...once he got burned on his chest, and the emergency people who responded to our 911 call (the flip chart I got from a kid fundraising said to call if it's a 2nd degree burn or higher) said they didn't want to charge us for an ambulance ride (it's not covered in our taxes here) but we should take him up...felt it was prudent since we'd already alerted people. They did nothing but bandage up his chest. Went there in an ambulance after he fell and hit his head on a metal clothing rack base at Target, and sure he was bleeding but it was his mental state that caused me to call 911. He was totally fine, came out of his haze while in the ambulance, but it was the same ER doc AND nurse (both were lovely especially given our alternative healthcare beliefs, YAY) and it was good to know they felt he was OK.
But anyway, we aren't ER addicts at all, and my husband got good care at the Urgent Care place, but I have not. Not at all.
Just realized that one of my stories was from the "family doctor" side of the Urgent Care building, so that's not fair to the UC people.
But my other story was when I dropped a table on my bare toe. Did awful awful unspeakable things to it, was bleeding profusely. Called the ex to drive me (it was HIS table I was trying to return to him), called the close-by one. They were open but their xray machine was broken, told us to go to the other. Didn't stop to think why I needed an xray of a TOE as they wouldn't do much anyway, but hey, I was fainty from the bleeding.
Got there. The nurses spent at least half an hour trying to get xrays of my toe. Touching my foot repeatedly. I was bleeding all over the film case. Oh, and the nurses NEVER put on gloves. Isn't that awesome?
Then the doctor came in, looked at my toe, and said...."ew".
Bandaged it up, gave me no info about what the nail might do (thankfully I'd had a similar injury at the age of 11, to my finger, and had a good idea what I was in for), gave me a prescription for vicodin (turns out that stuff doesn't work on me), didn't tell me to come back for aftercare with anyone, sent me home.
Anyway, i don't even know if the Urgent Care here is 24/7, but that experience is just seared into my brain and I have very little faith...