Yup, it’s true. I had just told the gal that checked us in the last time I was at ER (when she recognized me) that I was a frequent customer. She remembered me from when Abby was born. This time wasn’t as serious as when I was bit by the rattle snake, but it deemed a trip to ER, never the less.
My son, Joe, fell off of a trampoline at the neighbors and had a DEEP gash in his knee (all the way to his knee cap). It was just too deep for us to clean, thus the trip. He’ll be down for a week…not what he wanted to hear.