Look at Mr. Carrot Face. We have been trying him out on baby foods in case we have a storm and I can't make him fresh food. He loves the strained carrots. Boy, hasn't he grown. Imagine finding him roaming the house, when you go to the lady's room in the middle of the night. Luckly, he can't get out of this cage, yahoo.
Poor Mr. Kevin, he cut a finger, we sat for 3 hours in the ER, the ugly dr, ripped off the bandage, didn't even inspect the finger, and deemed it ok, no stitches needed. This was after 3 RN's, and a Nurse Practioner said it needed stitches. He sent Kev home with no painkillers, no antibotics, and instructions on how to clean the scratch. Well, off to second ER, deadening of the hand, cleaning of the hand, minor surgery to remove the dead flesh, "that would never heal", according to the nice Dr., 3 deep stitches, antibotics, painkillers, and another appt to make sure it will be ok. In and out in less then an hour. Ok, the funny part, I AM EMPLOYEED AT THE FIRST HOSPITAL. IF THEY TREAT EMPLOYEES LIKE THIS, HOW DO THEY TREAT STRANGERS. sSheeze, not a good day. But so happy we went to the second hospital. wonder how our insurance company will feel about this. hmmmmmmmmm
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