Adventures in Doctor-sitting

What's the best way to spend 7:00 on a Saturday morning? What? Sleeping? No! being drilled on by a dentist of course!  I know that you were all waiting on pins and needles to find out how my dentist appointment went. All went well, other than I had to wake up way too early for something way not fun. No more surprise cavities, no more near root canals (although one of the fillings replaced was SUUUUPER deep to begin with so he left some of it in so it didn't accidentally turn into a RC while he was "chasing it". Now you see why we are BFFs) I got home before anyone else even woke up! fancy that.

So anyway, after I got home Rusty went to church BBall and apparently they didn't start with a good enough prayer because in the last minute of the game he went up for a something something and something happened (this is me quoting him, I don't remember all of the technical sporty terms) and he dislocated his shoulder!! oh no! A member on his team who has had a plethora of dislocated shoulders helped him pop it back in and when he came home I knew something was terribly wrong. Rusty said that the pretend doctor on his team said he should get it checked out by a real doctor soon even though they popped it back in so I got on the phone to find a doctor. Well, it turns out that all doctor offices on the face of the planet are closed on Saturday (except the ones who don't take our insurance and ones who don't look at shoulders? weird.) So it looked like the ER was our best bet. We called a bunch of people in the ward to see if anyone could watch Conner and it turns out that nobody is home on Saturdays either. man! what is it with people wanting to have lives on Saturday's anyway? so overrated. We called Rusty's mom in Oakley and she was planning on coming down to Salt Lake anyway and she could be here in an hour. So anyway off to the ER we went with Conner in tow. We thankfully didn't have to wait long to be seen. But then it's the waiting in the room that took forever. Luckly it was past nap time so Conner just sat in his own little chair most of the time drinking his milk until he realized that he was in a room with cool new toys and lots of buttons. humm...but by that time Rusty's wonderful mom had arrived to take him home for a real nap.

So we waited for about an hour and a half (which was a lot faster then expected) for them to tell us that he got it popped in great and that it would hurt. Thanks. It seems like every time we go to the ER, not that it's a lot don't worry, we have to wait forever for them to tell us things we already know and they don't do anything. ohwell, better safe than sorry. So we got a sling a prescription that street dealers would probably pay big money for and headed home.

It's been almost a week and he's pretty much out of his sling and feeling a lot better.