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Let me preface this by saying everything is fine, fyi.

Last weekend Wylie was running in a park in Fresno (never going back there again!) and slipped on an old puddle of scummy rainwater - went right from standing to his head hitting the concrete, direct hit. The old adage with kids is if they cry, they are "okay", if not, there is a problem. Wylie sort of started convulsing before I grabbed him and it took him a good minute to get his bearings and start crying. Needless to say, we were FREAKED THE FUCKING FUCK OUT.

Amazingly, there was no blood. I was sure there would be broken skull, brains, blood, etc. - I had never seen a head hit concrete more directly than that before and was sure it was going to be bad, bad, bad. After calming him down we rushed off the the ER post-haste.

It was late in the day, and he had skipped his nap, and was probably scared to death from the hit and the crying and wanted to close his eyes and take a nap. First rule in head injuries, no napping. So we had to keep him up best we could on the way there which was good times.

So here we have this kid with a possible scrambled egg for brains and arrive at the ER only to end up waiting for 2 hours before being seen because the place was crammed top to bottom with people that thought they had the H1N1. It was absolutely ridiculous. Their triage system worked like this: Are you sick? If yes, sit there and wait for us to call you. Head injury? If yes, sit there and wait for us to call you.

Now I'm sure that if there was blood streaming down his head and his eyes were rolled back and I kicked the security door down someone would have seen him sooner, but alas, thankfully none of those things happened.

During our wait, amongst the masks, the barf bags, and the general malaise and stink of the place, Wylie moved past the stage where I basically had to constantly move him so he wouldn't sleep in my arms, to somewhat mild interest in his surroundings, to laughing and me playing with him. Eventually he perked up and became his old self. At this point it shouldn't be surprising anymore, but the massive goose egg that was on the side of his head disappeared (kids have AMAZING regenerative powers - necromancers, all of them!) and really he was just bored.

He was a trooper, and once we were admitted to the hospital proper, the bevy of doctors that came in and checked him in the identical way all agreed that he showed no signs of concussion, drain bramage, etc. and we were free to go. Thank God no MRI, CAT scans, etc. because as I understand it, that can get expensive?

He's fine now, and my constant replaying of the fall in my head all day and night is starting to subside. Just seems like it could have been so much worse...

Yikes.

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