Well I was sitting working on a lame posting when...

our g.imp stumbled while hustling up the stairs. Yep, within 30 seconds blood was pumping out of her nose and within 5 minutes she was gargling it and spitting it out of her mouth.

Off to the ER...

On the way there g.imp cried a little, whimpered a little, and feared a lot.

After arriving and 'checking in' we sat. Probably because she stopped bleeding somewhere between our house and the ER. Not that I could tell, one would have had to break her arms to pry the towel off of her nose.

Then we were called in for the triage. As soon as the nurse asked her to remove the towel, it was flopped into my lap. G.imp Immediately started complimenting the nurse on the color of her scrubs (yep, not even 7 years old and she already knows how to work the room!). Then she proceeds to point to the huge blood spot on the towel and informs the nurse that mommy is going to have to use a lot of 'Shout' to get the stain out.

Performance repeated at Booth 3, before going back to see the doc. g.imp Also handled her DOB, address, phone number. Dad might as well have stayed in the car and listened to the game.

Just let me know when to pick her up at the exit...

Back in the examination room, I almost had to strap her to the bed as she was practically doing somersaults out of sheer boredom. Sooo, in order to keep herself occupied everytime g.imp spotted the doctor variations of this theme were announced:

g.imp: ok, he's coming our way...Nope! He's going somewhere else...Again!

Then she turns to me and informs me because she was here, she was now queen in our house for three weeks.

Of course I started to rationalize this and tried to talk her down...

And then the big, sad puppy eyes and the fingers barely brushing the side of her nose,
"but daddy, my nose hurts."

...Damn...