Emergency Room

Yes, we made an unexpected trip this evening.

Dad dislocated his pinky finger playing basketball with J. He wanted me to look up online whether that's the kind of injury you can just pop back in yourself, and the first site I went to said, "Do NOT attempt to home-treat a dislocated joint." So we all piled into the van, dropped him off at the emergency room, and went to Pizza Hut. After dinner, he was still waiting to be seen, so we shopped - and, finally, four hours later, he was treated and ready to go home. Luckily, the bookstore stays open late, so we had someplace to hang out while we waited.