bumps and bruises

I live close to two hours from the nearest hospital. Most of the time I am okay with this. We do have a clinic here that is open from 8 to 5. I know the PA that works there and respect him very much. However, whenever I call I just sit and wonder why I don't just drive my kids the two hours to see their pediatrician.

What brought this on? Yesterday Bub hit Monkey with a piece of metal that we had cut to use on the deck and then ended up not being able to use. Bub hit Monkey between the eyes and made a pretty deep cut at the end. Spencer was almost home so I waited for him to get home and than got Monkey in the car and took him up there. I call the clinic to let them know that I was coming and they told me that if it was very big that I would need to take him the emergency room! I was not very happy. I was an EMT before Spencer and I got married. If I had felt the cut wasn't all that deep I wouldn't ever bother bringing him in. In fact the only reason that I took him into the doctor instead of using sterry strips on it was because it was right between the eyes. (What 4 year old is going to leave anything on his face long enough for it to heal?)

Once I got into the office the staff is wonderful, but I ALWAYS get so frustrated when I make the call.

And it doesn't help that I feel so dang guilty. When we decided that we could not use the metal I knew I needed to get the metal right into the garbage because I knew my kids would use them as swords. So four days later I find out that I didn't actually end up not getting them into the garbage and Bub used it just like I figured he would.