Like, ten minutes ago, a lamp fell on my sister's head. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. "Oh, woohoo, a lamp." But that's not all! The lamp thingy that fell on her had three pointy little legs, and it looks like one of them scraped across the bump, so there's split skin. She's not bleeding very much, but it doesn't really look like a normal bonk on the head.
Mom's downstairs right now, on the phone with the nurse line, or the emergency room, or something like that, going "Mmhmm...Yes...No...Mmhm...No, she's not bleeding...Yes...Alright...Yes...Yes, that's D-e-v-o-n..."
Dad's getting dressed, and I can't tell if it's to take Devie to the ER or to go to work. He keeps mumbling about stuff like "Tylenol...can't give...doctors...don't think..." I think he's deciding wether or not they can give her Tylenol if they're going to take her into the ER.
Devon's still in there, sobbing hysterically, and it's already been, like, tweleve minutes! Jeeze.
Oh, Mom's coming back upstairs. Hang, on, she's talking to dad...better go see what's up...
Back. Apparently, it doesn't sound like they're going to have to take her in, but they have to check in with her every two hour for signs of a concussion.
::sigh:: Well, purple-eyed creatures, you can relax for now, but don't get to comfortable! I'll be back before long!