My son on Saturday night was rushed up to emergency so they could stitch a gaping hole in his leg together. First time in his life for stitches.
Unofrtunately we got the worst emergency doctor I've ever encountered and poor son had to bear feeling the whole thing as the local wasn't taking effect.
Doctor was a pig. Nurses wouldn't speak to him, and in the end I told him he was a downright wanker. Poor kid was clutching the stretcher pouring tears.
Still can't find the huge chunk that came out. It happened next door where the BC's live, so when I told the nurse that the dogs probably ate it she went rather pale. She was obviously wondering what sort of sick bohemian she had on her hands. Course, in the end when we left there were a few girls from my sons school in the waiting room, so he lapped up their sympathy like the star he is and felt somewhat better.
He's unable to walk much, and like me can't wait to see the end of 2009!!!
Roll on 2010.