By The Wiz
I found myself walking into the ER carrying a small child today at 11:00. By noon (I kid you not) I was walking out again.
My middle child was riding around on a scooter today, hit a groove in the driveway, and took a tumble. She tried to catch herself with her wrist, and, as I well know, that does not work out well. Yep. Broken.
I called the urgent care first, who told me their x-ray stuff was “closed on the weekends” (Hi! Aren’t weekends what urgent cares are FOR??) and told me to head to the ER.
So I head to the ER with my whimpering child, (hey, eventually you get tired of screaming even when it hurts A LOT) and walk in. At first, I was a little confused, this was my first time in this ER, and the triage nurse seemed to be missing. Some random lady told me I had to ’sign in’ but I saw no place in which to do so. Just as I was about to start shouting ‘HELLO!! EMERGENCY ROOM!! NEED TREATMENT!’ the triage nurse showed up. I told her I had a little one with a broken wrist, she took one look, and 5 seconds later a guy is outside with a splint and an ice pack. 10 seconds later he’s taking her blood pressure, and someone is asking me standard questions (alleriges to meds, etc.) She did ask if we’d been roller skating. Apparently that’s where all the broken wrists come from. I laughed at that.
As I prepare to wait some more, oh it’s time for the x-ray, and wait here, then poof! That’s done, and oh, wait here for the doc. Doc (technically a PA) shows up, we get the news that it is indeed broken, Em is given a better splint, a referral to the orthopedist, and a prescription for tylenol with codeine.
(Yes, I used her name. So now you know. Oh well. Good luck figuring out what ‘Em’ is short for. Could be any number of things, really. Moving on.)
At this point, the main question that has not been asked is starting to bother me, and I finally say to the PA, ‘Ummmm….nobody has asked me about my insurance.”
“No, we do that on your way out. We do the treatment first, then deal with the payment.”
I’m sorry. Did the earth just explode? Did I miss it?
Finally, a gal shows up looking for the copay and a copy of my insurance card, and yada yada yada, we’re eating strawberry shakes from Wendy’s. (Em is a bit of a strawberry fiend.)
The PA offered some pain meds to her before we left. Em said she didn’t need any.We went grocery shopping while waiting for the prescription to be filled. Em picked out cereal, asked for strawberries, and helped load the car. This is not in any way consistent with my behavior when I broke my wrist. I was begging for morphine and trying not to pass out. She’s very proud of that. “I can do LOTS of things you couldn’t do!” Yes, honey, because you’re 7, and I was 30.
(Plus, my break was worse, but that’s neither here nor there, I’m just saying it so you all don’t think I’m a complete and total wuss. Even though I TOTALLY AM.)
Of course, now I feel that the real reason I broke my wrist is so I could help her through this. “Did they do this when you broke your wrist?” “Could you choose the color of your cast?” “Does it hurt when they take it off?” “Did they do THIS too?” are all questions I could answer confidently.
So that was our little drama for today. You know, I’ve been a mama for 9+ years now, and this is the first time I’ve had to take a child to the ER. We’ve been very blessed. Once a decade? I can handle that.
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