John and Barry did not get home until almost 11 pm on Friday after leaving at 6 am that morning.  After John fell, he and Barry went back to the clinic because the bleeding wouldn't stop.  He was admitted to the ER via the Philadelphia firefighters/EMT's who arrived at the clinic with a gurney.  After getting strapped to the gurney and carried to the ambulance, he answered questions for 45 minutes and then was driven (around the block) to the ambulance entry of the ER.  What makes this really crazy is that the ER is literally across the street from the clinic.  He could have walked there or gone in a wheelchair in a couple of minutes; maybe there is a special protocol for head injuries...

At the ER, it took 2 hours to be seen/admitted.  Then he waited another 2 hours to meet with a very thorough first year psychiatry resident on his ER rotation.  So, for 4 hours, he sat in the ER waiting room without a mask... during flu season...  Anyway, after a very detailed history, the dr. called me for John's current meds (??) and ordered a cat scan.  John had 2 cat scans that night; he was told it is protocol to do one every 6 hours to make sure there wasn't a bleeder.  Needless to say, he refused the third cat scan and the hand/wrist x-ray.

A great ER nurse brought him some dinner about 6 pm; he and Barry hadn't eaten since 5 am.  This is an extremely condensed version of the rest of the day Friday.  They did a good job because the abrasion and laceration are healing without any signs of infection ( or maybe that is Zacc's and Michael's immune system donations at work :) but it was entirely too much drama for a tumble.

We stayed at home for the rest of the weekend...