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Friday, June 15, 2007

ER

Nope, not the TV show. The actual emergency room. Justin's sister, Andria, and her husband, Matt, invited Justin to play on their company indoor soccer team last night. I went to watch. Within five minutes of starting the game, Justin was on the ground in extreme pain from a rolled ankle (and Matt had made a goal). Two guys carried him off the field, somebody got some ice, and I gave him 3 ibuprofen. He decided it was bad enough that it might be broken, so I took him to the American Fork hospital.

In New Haven there are stab wounds, gunshot wounds, 3-car pile-up injuries, and alcohol poisonings on any given night in the ER, and the wait takes 9 hours if you have something as minor as, oh, pneumonia.* In American Fork, though, there were a spider bite, a broken thumb, some sutures coming loose, and a sprained ankle. So we were happy to be in and out within 2 and a half hours.

Luckily, Justin's ankle is not broken. He tore some ligaments, and he is in quite a bit of pain.



*True story. Happened to me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ouch! hope it heals quickly! and glad noone was hurt during the wagon incident