ER

This morning, we set out to enjoy story time at the Laura Bush library. A freak accident required a trip to the ER. 

After stories, songs, and crafts, we visited the room with the big blocks. I met some sweet girls and we built houses and forts. After we ceremoniously knocked down one construction, I was walking toward the bigger girl to ask her to help me rebuild it. I fell and bashed my head into the vertical divider underneath the bench she was sitting on. Blood sprayed everywhere. The girls' mom went to fetch me some ice - in the form of a delicious popsicle! The librarian also came to assist and to fill out an incident report. We called the doctor and we were told to go to the ER because of the possibility of a broken nose. (It's not.)

This is a photo of me in the ER. I told my tragic story repeatedly with perfect accuracy to a series of nurses and doctors. I followed their directions and let them look up my nose and in my eyes and check me for a concussion. I don't seem to have one but I am on bedrest today to prevent further bleeding and I cannot nap (ugh, I am sleepy!). I did not squirm during a series of x-rays. I suppose the doctors and nurses liked me best of all because I wanted to know how does this work, how does that work, and what is this, and can you show me what that does. I could be a doctor.

Best of all, they asked me if I wanted to watch cartoons. No, I wanted to see the races because I had caught a glimpse of them in the waiting room. And I was able to catch history in the making as Saudi Arabia had a woman competing in the 800m.

My dad is going to bring me home some popsicles.