I fell backwards from my own (little kids) chair, hit the back of my head, and then my nose was bleeding. What's the big deal? Yet, Daddy insisted to take me to the Hospital. What was he thinking? He must have watched too many movies... like the one below. (To save you some time, jump/start from the 2 min 36 seconds mark and you'll know what I'm talking about.)
And if you also happen to think like my Dad, watch this video below, taken while waiting at the ER, and see if you agree with me, or my Daddy.
Did I look like I was suffering from some kind of head trauma?
Anyway, after about 2 hours of waiting, my name was finally called. (So much for being at an Emergecy room when I have to wait for 2 hours!) The Doctor came to look at me. Asked the following questions:
- Did he lose consciousness?
Dad: No. - Did he vomit?
Mom: No. - When did he fell?
Mom: Around 6 p.m - Did he asked to ride on a motorcycle?
Dad: No. - He's good to go. I'm going to discharge him. Schedule an appointment with his primary physician tomorrow for follow up.
Me: Told you so!
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