ok, ok ! I called the dr. and was told they didn't have the "equiptment go to the ER. (now, I know I have the equipment at home...well, maybe go to the health supply store to buy those weird scissors with the bend on the end but, heck, we have long nose pliers in the garage, don't we?) but I can't hold a flashlight, a popsicle stick(read:tongue depressor) and forcepts(read:long nose pliers)and have two more hands handy to yank that little bugger out!
you'll all be happy to hear, it's out! (if nebo wasn't so squemish, we could have done it at home for a quarter of the cost!- every penny saved is another for disney!!!

) ok, I'm not really cheap, just frugal, really.
3 hours in the waiting room... after an hour I get up the nerve to change the channel on the tv. ever so polite and considearate.."anyone watching this?" no answer.... it's an unwritten rule.. when in the emergency room waiting room, you are NOT allowed to talk to each other. you can glance around, but DON'T make eye contact.. if you do, they look at you like you're an alien. it was 1 pm. I heard a lady tell someone else they had been there since 11 am. BUT ... don't talk to each other! ok, so I changed the channel to MY SOAPS! general hospital but I came prepared I have todays paper, yeserdays paper, and, if I run out of time, I can always work the crosswords!
....man... they're looking at me with those jealous eyes..ok, I'm done with the jokes; just toss them over on that table over there. but I'm NOT responsible for any mayhem or injuries that might ensue if they fight over the newspaper.the girls in "registration" chatting with each other as people are writhing in pain out here, puking, etc) give me "THE EYE" "ONE OF THOSE! trying to start trouble., get them all taking to each other, pretty soon they might make friends!
I tell the couple with the little boy.. "I'm done with the colored funnies, have at it!" the little boy looked at like I had 3 noses. like, "lady, don't you know THE RULES? don't talk to me and I won't talk to you
a couple comes in with 2 more little kids. one of the registration girls comes out and changes the tv channel! to some stupid sitcom! (as opposed to the intelligent, well thought out soap operas that I watch!) I give her a look///

she says, "not appropriate for children"
in the interim, there were "newbies" (I'm a "regular" by now!" - bartender at heart...Juan, the orderly, likes his latte with vanilla, and suzie, the aide, prefers decaf)
it's just getting fun! there's a guy with a buddy whose foot and toe looks ALMOST as bad as NEBO's when he crushed his foot many odd years ago; they spend a half hour afeter triage ,sitting there... I BROKE THE RULE.. I talked to someone else! " Um, can't they give you some ice on that, in the mean time?
in walks the most strung out young man, about the age of one of my sons.
tells the window lady " I was robbed, they stole my medications!". he sat down and cried. I wanted to go over and hug the poor kid, he sat there for the longest time with his head in his hands, . should I talk to him? no. he's here for meds, and they know that and they'll direct him accordingly.
holy cow! if you ever are feeling sorry for yourself, just spend an afternoon in a hospital waiting room.gives you a new perspective on life.
finally I get a room. nurse jokes with me about the fish bone. I get the MOST GORGEOUS black young doctor , (with dred locks) ... (sorry honey)
that stupid bone is OUT in 5 seconds. (but I made SURE to mention at the BAR, that it was a cute black guy, , just to get BIG AL's goat, mr. archie bunker.)
it feels so good to be bone free! when I left I saw the young, strung out kid. I felt bad. should I talk to him? not my place,
so I met up with nebo and.. anytime I meet up with nebo... ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.