Let's recap my night, shall we. We go out around 7 to finish Kaphy's dad's XMas shopping. Don't ask, but somehow this is our duty... When we finish at 9ish Recititive actually says "I want to go home and go to bed." For those of you who have never had a two year old, this is not a sentence I have ever heard before. So we get home, change into PJs, go potty, and run to bed. Where we jump in and nail our eye on the headboard. Great. Fucking great.

Ten minutes of screaming, one doctor phone call, and one ruined shirt later, we are on our way to Gwinnizzle Hospital. We arrive at roughly 10 pm. At 11 we finally get triaged. At midnight they take her back. At 1 am they start treatment- a whopping 3 stitches. At 2 we are discharged. The way I see it that is 1.33 hours per stitch. OR 30 minutes wait for every one minute with a doctor.

No sour grapes. Care was adequate, just frustrating. Our doctor always insists that we go there rather than Bearroww Coountyy Hospital, although I can't see how how much different it could be.

Whatever- 3 hours sleep down 80 performance finals to go!

Merry Christmas all,
Erik