An Evening at the ER

Reagan and I were greeted Friday evening by a hobbling Billy home from work. Apparently, he had missed the last step at his customer's house and twisted his ankle. Although he likes to doubt my medical degree, I still assessed the situation. I prescribed Ibprofen, ice, and elevation for the diagnosis of a sprained ankle. However, because it happened at a customer's house, his work needed him to go to the ER to get it checked out.

As we all know, ER's are not the fast-paced versions we see on TV. At this point, it's Reagan's bedtime. She didn't do too bad, but how many things can you do to entertain a tired toddler for several hours? And forget sleep, there's too many things to check out. As we were waiting, in came a man and woman with a toddler. He was very interested in Reagan and decided to check her out up close and personal.

They were so funny together. They, of course, needed to exchange toys. Who wants there own old toys when there are new ones? They played pretty well together and he just turned two Friday. They even both have blankies. He tried to sample Reagan's who let him know that was a no-go. Reagan's pretty good with sharing, (unless your little Audrey ;)), but the blankie is totally off limits. He took Reagan by the hand and tried to lead her around the waiting area and was very affectionate by showering her with hugs. This, by the way, was not acceptable from Reagan. She kept trying to escape his embraces. Let's hope this continues until she's at least 30.

Eventually, Billy came out and broke up the little party. He, by the way, has a sprained ankle with an air cast and was told to take Ibprofen, elevate it, stay off for a few days, and apply ice. Hmm, sounds vaguely familiar...