A Wrong Turn

It was an eventful day yesterday.  While working out at the gym, Sophie seriously injured her ankle.  After several hours of ice and elevation, it was still very swollen, bruised and I thought perhaps fractured.  I decided to take her in for an x-ray.  I have way more experiences with hospitals than I'd like to admit, so I know it's important to find a good one.  I looked up a few and decided to take her to the National Children's Hospital.  As we approached, it was a beautiful building but the parking was confusing.  Little did I know that the area's trauma hospital was right next door.  I made a wrong turn and ended up in the wrong ER.  I decided to stay there, as Sophie couldn't walk very well and it was a trek back to the car and to the Children's Hospital next door and all we needed was a quick x-ray.  This launched quite a Saturday night adventure.  Upon request, I left Xavier at home, watching a movie, thinking I'd be back before it was over.  After nearly 2 hours and the only progress being that Sophie was sitting in a bed in the corridor of the ER, I was feeling nervous about Xavier being home.  So, I left Sophie and went home to get Xavier.  By the time I got back, there were police guarding the doors to the ER and I was not allowed into the area because of a "code".  As Xavier and I sat in the waiting room, with police guarding doors, someone being brought in with handcuffs, all I could imagine was that Sophie was sitting in the middle of the ER being traumatized.  We were finally allowed back, Sophie had her X-ray and while we waited for the results, the ER drama continued, with someone dying, police keeping a close eye on what was happening and family members coming in to view the deceased.  All we needed was an X-ray.  After 5 hours, we were sent home with crutches and strong ibuprofen and another adventure to add to our very long list of things the 3 of us have seen.

Next time, I will be sure to turn into the correct parking lot.