This morning, #2 left for work, hubby still had the other three kids camping and a long, solitairy, QUIET day stretched out in front of me.  Around 10am, hubby called and I asked how the camping was going.  "We're coming home," he says, "I think WE broke his arm."  They came home, I cleaned WE up a bit while they unloaded the camping supplies, then I volunteered to take WE to the hospital.  Hubby offered to take him, but I knew it was going to be a long day and figured I was better at the sitting around waiting patiently thing than hubby was.  I got into the emergency room around 11:15 and the wait began.  Shortly after we got there, they brought a guy in who'd fallen off a roof and was severely injured, someone told me later he was being flown to Honolulu and they didn't know if he was going to survive.  Obviously, a guy with massive chest injuries takes presidence over a dorky little kid who fell while trying to jump onto the 2nd floor balcony of an abandoned house (which is how WE hurt himself), so I settled in for the long wait.

Our emergency room consists of a big room with curtained off partitions for the patients, not a whole lot of privacy.  The lady next to us had an allergic reaction to something she had at Jamba Juice and was going to be spending the night in the hospital.  An old lady fell in the nursing home and was VERY noisy, she was just bruised up and sent home.  She was replaced by a woman in a wheelchair who fell in the bathroom and was stuck between the toilet and the wall for over 14 hours.  She finally got help when she banged her head against her bathroom wall until the neighbors came over to see what all the noise was about.  Ah yes, a typical day in ER. 

When we weren't eavesdropping on other patients, WE found other ways to keep himself occupied.  For a while we discussed what kind of gross things hospital housekeepers had to clean up.  He then pulled the blanket over his face and laid real still trying to make people think he was dead, since we were in a back corner area, he didn't have a whole lot of audience for this trick and soon grew bored and hot, so he gave up.  Finally, after FOUR hours, he was discharged.  He has a broken wrist, it has a splint on it and I need to make an appointment for the cast next week - we wants a green one.  Since he was knocked out from the fall and has some big bruises on his head and temple,  he also went in for a CAT scan, which, thankfully came out okay.    

Besides the breaking his arm, falling 6 feet and knocking himself unconscious thing, he said the camping trip was a lot of fun.

Edited to add:  I just finished posting this when we had an earthquake.  It was just a little one, but it made my whole bed shake for a second or two.  Whee!