Ok, well seems like I showed up just in time!
To add my misery to a crappy Focker Friday...Guess where I spent all afternoon today??
Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?? Bueller???
The Emergency Room.
Yep. That's right. The E-freakin'-R...
I was sitting in my office having lunch and about 12:15 Tony comes flying into the trailer and mumbled something...all I heard were two words...
Michael
and
AMBULANCE...
Turns out Michael's daycare called and said that he fell off the monkeybars and broke his arm. They were getting in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
Well, the building that we're building is...yep - right there at the hospital so we went around the corner to the ER to wait...
Man, I don't know what's worse...hearing that your child is on his way to the hospital in an ambulance...or having to wait 15 minutes for the ambulance to arrive at the hospital...
My brave little man...he didn't start to cry until he saw mama start to cry. And even then, his biggest worry...they'll never let me go on a field trip again!
The director of the daycare showed up and she was freaking out...she felt terrible, PLUS the ambulance left before she did and she got here first...
PLUS...and this is what started to really aggravate me as the day wore on...their scheduled field trip today was supposed to be to the city pool...apparently they had an issue and someone didn't want to go to the pool so they went to the park instead.
I hate when people DEVIATE FROM THE PLAN!!
And this was my first time to an ER where I had to empty my pockets and go through a metal detector...

AND had a crackhead begging me for a dollar in the ladies' room. ATTENTION crackheads...the whole "I'm trying to get home and have no money" thing....DOESN'T WORK. IT's OLD AND TIRED. GET A NEW LINE!!
So anywhooo...we had x-rays and then they were concerned with what they saw...he broke 2 bones in his right arm that go down to his wrist...something that sounded like "radius" and "something else"...but they're concerned about the way the "something else" bone broke so they wanted an orthopaedic surgeon to look at his x-rays. 5 hours...ICK...in the end they ended up putting some kind of a sugar wrap/temporary cast on it and we have to go see the ortho guy on Monday morning...
I WILL be having a little chat with some of the executives from the hospital next week about our visit...they were a horrible, dirty, disorganized mess there. It took an hour and 45 minutes for someone who was going to get Michael's ID bracelet and "come right back" and nearly 3 hours to get him some pain meds. THEN, and this is a beauty, they're discharging him around 4:30...AND no one had even LOOKED at his arm. It was still wrapped (and falling apart) from the ambulance EMT's. The nurse comes in and she's giving me his paperwork, going over the discharge information and I'm like Ummmm...is someone going to put anything on the BROKEN ARM????

So she said yes, someone will come and put the sugar tong or whatever she called it on and give him a sling - you need to keep it in a sling she says...it needs to stay elevated.
So this ditzy blonde comes in, wraps his arm, asks MICHAEL if he needs anything, he says no and she splits...

Are you kidding me?
So I had to get someone else to get a sling - it took 3 people to look at it and see if it "looked ok"...
Sooooooo...in short, my fellow Fockers, BIG, HUGE group hug for all of you...

What in the world was with our Karma today??
I'm going out to look at the moon...