After missing a great offer of a birthday lunch with a friend because Carsten came home sick with a upset stomach and head ache. I left him home resting on the couch while Dawson snoozed on the other couch, and ran to "Happy hell" to mail off a package of favorite sister/daughter/grand daughter wonderful just in time for the elk hunt cookies.
Well while I was in town I picked up the other three wonder pets, and some tummy bug supplies and raced the fly boat back to the chicken ranchette.
"I love the whole world and all its craziness boomdeadda boomdeadda...."
Me; Hello,
Carsten; MOM I SWALLOWED A PENNY AND ITS STUCK AHHH AHHH!!!!!
Me; okay sweetie I am at the mail boxes and will be there in a minute, can you breathe alright?
Carsten; AAAAHHHHH,
The mom runs into the house to find very upset wonder pet holding his throat with big blue eyes wider than ever. Breathing fine, talking fine, alright lets go spend that birthday money. Off to the clinic.
Ring, ring
"Hello Williams Health Care Center this is Nancy,"
"Hey Nancy it's Dusty is urgent care busy?"
"No, why,"
"Ahh, Carsten swallowed a penny and is complaining that it is stuck."
"OKAY, we will be ready for him bring him straight back to x-ray, see you soon."
And this is what the x-ray showed.
Lincoln going down head first.
"Hi are you the mom?"
"Umm yeah Dr. Poulstein I am."(my hell do people randomly bring in stray kids?)
"Okay well he needs that out."
"No sh*t,"
"We are sending him to flag."
"Okay,"
"By ambulance."
"Barbara say what?"
"Yeah I don't like the look of that, if it moves the wrong way its headed to the lungs."
Yah, that's an I.V. port and a gurney,
Bears looking a little scared in his new ride,
"Room four" of the emergency department at Flagstaff Medical Center, where we will spend the next four hours.
After three sets of x-rays, two sets of meds in the port, 50 jumping jacks(really) and endless laughter and spare change jokes the decision was made, 88 more cents and we could make a taco bell run and Carsten was heading off to the O.R. for a little penny fishing.
Poor boy awoke, proved he could eat a Popsicle and was released just in time to go home to bed, a little wiser and a little poorer.
Carsten is doing fine today enjoying a day on the couch eating ice cream, Popsicles and yogurt.
Price;
clinic; 25.00
E.R.; 150.00
Taco Bell run; 4.56
Eggs for sale; 2.50 a doz.
