Yesterday, my poor son Austin had to go to the ER. I took him that morning because he flipped over the handle bars of his bike and it looke like he broke a few knuckles, which it turned out he did. Going to the ER, a speedy process, yeah not so much. First you give them your info, then triage, where I made the mistake of getting on the scales and I definitely have been partaking of holiday cheer. Back to the story, then back to the waiting room, x-rays, waiting room again, taken back and put in a room, spoke to a weasel like intern that was convinced that since Austin wasnt crying then it was probably just soft tissue damage, real doctor (named Dr. Friday, a mousy quiet spoken woman) informed us that he broke three knuckles, off to the ortho doc, different waiting room, see ortho, back to afore mentioned waiting room, the cast room (weird smell), ER for discharge papers, make appt to get cast off in 4 weeks and..... scene.
That evening Maak (his name is Mark but he is from Boston, how do you like them apples?) he is the guy that I am seeing. He took me out for great birthday dinner. We went to the Fish Market. Had a table right on the water where we watched the sun set, drinking wine and having oysters. Ate an amazing dinner, one of my favorite places to eat in San Diego. Then we went to the 22nd floor of the Hyatt for espresso martinis. The view is breath taking and the company not so bad either!
*You will never get this one!!!!
4 comments:
Guah, I have no clue on the quote!
I hope Austin is feeling better. That had to hurt, breaking three knuckles!
I'm glad you had such a good birthday dinner. Aren't those Bah-ston accents crazy?!
Yeah I dont understand their aversion to the letter R.
it's like that kinda in new yoook, tooo...
i hope you have some health insurance!
Jess- yeah I do have really good insurance.
JC the quote is from that old Paul Newman movie the Hustler. Watched the other night and I had forgotten how great of a flick it was.
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