The phone call to me at work went like this. (My husband) "So what hospital do we prefer?". My answer, "Why? Who's hurt (like I didn't already know) and how badly?'. My husband, "B split the back of his head open and he's bleeding all over the place." Me, "SHIT!" Said quite loudly within the front office area with clients present, including a six year old. We went with Portland Adventist because it's closest to the house and I told my husband I would be there in 15 minutes. (My office is at least 25 minutes from the hospital.) I apologized to the six year old for saying a bad word in front of her and she responded with, "It's OK, my mom says that word too when I get hurt." I grabbed my stuff and hauled ass for the hospital. I believe I made it in aproximately 17 minutes. The boys (my "other" son was there too) were impressed by my land speed record and my husband was relieved that there wasn't a speeding ticket. One and a half hours and two staples later B was sent home. He didn't even bleed on my carpet. He's such a good kid :) Oh, and he still wants to wrestle at his high school district meet this Thursday. I figure if we tape it up really well he should be OK, right?
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