Gotta love the ER

Well, twice this month I have gone to the ER. Before that, it's been over a year since we have been there. It is not a place I typically like to visit. The first was for Rachel, who happened to have a reaction to something. She is doing better now. This morning, I made a visit because of my own stupidity. Many years ago, I was a welder, and in that profession, I was exposed to some hazardous eye conditions, resulting in slivers of medal in my eye...twice. The process of removal usually involves a small drill/bore device that removes the metal and any rust that may have developed. They then patch it up and send you on your way. This was back when I lived in San Diego, and the ER visits typically took 4 or so hours.

This time was different. I am not a welder, but obviously have not learned my lesson about eye protection. I was drilling through some medal that was over my head, and a sliver got in my eye again. I didn't realize this until Sat. night, and then didn't go in until Sun. morning. The ER, which is new and amazingly fast near our house, was quick, but rather than call in a specialist, the ER doc just took out an IV needle, numbed the eye, and proceeded to scrape out the foreign object...fun times. Though he removed the foreign object, the rust remains and I still have to go see a specialist.

So, the moral of the story...hey, eye protection...not a bad idea! As my friend JJ would say...Good Times!