On Sunday eve, Jewel, my 9 year old daughter, managed to crack/break both the bones in her left forearm. In all our 65 years worth of children in our house, she is the first to break any bones.
Val took her to emergency at the hospital at 5:30 PM, where they waited. And waited. Emergency was full of emergencies. So full, in fact, that when our second emergency of the night (Joseph got a deep cut in his eyebrow at about 7 PM) came into emergency, Val and Jewel and Zion were still waiting. She had been taken for xrays and her injuries were determined, now she was waiting for them to be dealt with. So we checked in 2 year old Joseph. About 9:30 Val came home with Joseph (Zion stayed with Jewel), who had three stitches in his eyebrow, and told me they were still waiting... At 12:40 AM, I got tired of waiting at home, so I went down to emergency and found that Jewel had just been casted at about midnight, and was waiting for it to dry enough that she could come home. I took Zion home at about 1:20 AM, and Val got home with Jewel at 1:40 AM.
It is a good thing that emergency is only 4 minutes from my house...
Had I been thinking at the start of this process, I could have had Val take Jewel to Beaverlodge, 30 minutes to the west of G.P.. It is a longer drive, but almost invariably a shorter wait time. Oh well...
