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I also will lift my coffee mug in hopes of a much better new year for all of us. December has been all kinds of traumatic for no good reason. Completely unnecessary.

I do like this little guy though... Can I get a staw? 45120

HE Better Autumn

With the loss of Betty white December just got so much worse, hopefully 2022 is a lot better
this guy would cross well with my nacre\nexus girls

HE Super Shiny

Well, it was all going decently until Christmas Day for us. My 6 year old got a hoverboard, broke his arm 3 hours later after falling off said hoverboard. Nearest hospital is 15 minutes away(very small town hospital, pretty much crappy) so we were walking thru the ER doors less than 10 mins after it happened. Receptionist is not concerned about any kind of rush and makes me fill out paperwork before she called anyone up there although I've already let her know that it's broke broke(completely out of alignment) and he's over there looking like he's about to pass out. Doc comes in and promptly starts reprimanding me because neither of us have shoes on(we live in the country, and it was hot out) Asks where our shoes are and about 5 other things about shoes. Well that got my temper up so I cussed at him a little(no name calling, just sprinkled in for flavor I guess) when I was letting him know what did it matter the location of our shoes it's an emergency and was he gunna help my kid or not? All this before he even set eyes on my kid or his arm. He proceeded to get mad cause I cussed, and started harping on that, which got me madder cause kiddo still has zero help and is visibily in pain. So I turned away and that just made doc madder. As he walked out the door he told me I couldn't go back with my son until I got shoes on. Receptionist then tried to get us to go to the waiting room, we are literally the only people there. That's it just us. So I told the receptionist I was taking my child to another hospital 30 mins away and wheeled him to the car.
When I got him to the car my husband called said he was coming into town, and since I had just pushed the living daylights out of my only slightly reliable 300k mile car(already getting too hot) and i was in no great state of mind and still seeing red I told him I'd wait til he got there but I wanted to take our son somewhere else cause this ER was not interested in helping him and wouldn't let me stay with my 6 year old in the ER cause I didn't have shoes on.
Before my husband could make it there, the doc came out with a nurse and asked if I was going to let him treat my son. I told him no cause if he was interested in treating my son we wouldn't have gone thru all that mess in there 5 mins ago. He asked me if I was going to let my child suffer all the way to the next hospital I told him I could be there and my son would be being seen and helped by a real doctor inside of 20mins. He told me he was calling the cops and CPS if I refused treatment from him. I've never felt like I've been absolutely forced to do something in my life until then. So back inside we went, as my husband pulled in the parking lot.
The only time the man came into the room where my son was, was when I was telling my husband what had just happened, and that was to let me know that he was right there and could hear what I was saying about him. My husband and myself told him to butt out we weren't talking to him but to each other.
Thank God for the nurses and x-ray tech in that ER, they were truly awesome and did everything they could for my kiddo. We got to the ER at 11:50am, and it was 2:40pm before the doc signed off on my child having any sort of pain reliever. And only after several nurses and the x-ray tech said something to him. But I would've been making my child suffer by taking him to another hospital. We were still the only people in the ER and literally he was in his office across from the room my child was in with the door open the entire time. Turns out they weren't qualified to try to set the bones back right there, so they transferred us to a bigger hospital an hour away. We finally got out of the hellhole at 4:30.
Onto the bigger hospital, they get right to it and have his arm set and are finished with us in a couple hours. At this point my antisocial kiddo has been wanting to go home since before we left the first hospital. But trauma was the Dept that accepted him so they're the only ones that can officially discharge us. And being Shreveport, they have gunshot wound victims lined up one after the other so no docs from the trauma dept had the time or a chance to hit the discharge button on a computer. Not that I blame them for that or anything, they just had their hands full. Another nurse came in around 4 am and let us know that he couldn't tell us we could go home but he wasn't going to stop us cause the way things were looking it could be several more hours before we could get officially discharged.
We went back Thurs and everything looks good, not perfect but they said being that young his body should heal up good as new so no surgery if we can keep him from hurting it worse. And this was so not supposed to turn into a whole book, sorry y'all. Hopefully things are gunna look up for all of us.

all straws sent so far! Enjoy!