TRIP TO ER WITH GRAHAM. . .

Well, if I didn't know better I'd say that I was fired as a babysitter!  Our weekend has been going along smoothly until this afternoon when Graham got out of the tub and I asked him to let the water out.  My "drain-thingey" doesn't work right and you have to reach down and pull it up. I told Graham what to do.  He tried to do it and somehow got some metal under his fingernail--actually cut through his fingernail--into his nail bed.  If you wonder how I know he was hurting it was by all the screaming and tears.  I had to dress him (he's 10).  I called Ed to come home and check him.  I knew I should have carried him on to the ER but. . .  We loaded up and in to the hospital we went.  I called ahead and told them to be prepared.  It works better that way here in our small town.  I didn't have to go through all the questions--they immediately took him to a room and started soaking his hand.  The doctor was called to come (he was in the dog pen).  I listened to Graham LOUDLY cry and moan for over an hour.  The doctor put lidocaine on his finger and cut out the metal.  Did I forget to mention that Jennifer called two minutes after we walked into the hospital?  That girl can find out anything at any time!!!  She said tell the nurse to go ahead and give Graham Tylenol--that would help settle him down--yeah, right!!  Any way, we went on to the ballgame with bandaids on the finger.  He got out of the car and went straight to the batter's box.  He didn't catch tonight--played second base.  He hit an awesome triple and played well.  As far as being fired:  there's no chance of that.  I'm too valuable and as long as they're in one piece when Jennifer gets back, I'm AOK!