ER has moved to Sunday nights

I could write a Zagat’s of hospitals. Not just as a cancer survivor, but now as a “Everything’s-blurry-after-the-soccer-ball-hit-your-eye?..Get-in-the-car” kind of mom. And while I’d love to write about the harrowing injury my son sustained at his soccer game last night, and the 4 a.m. decision on whether or not to return to the ER in a pouring down thunderstorm, I have to get to a doctor’s appointment right now. But I will tell you that if your kid ever gets hit in the eye, hold up your fingers and ask him/her to tell you how many. If they reply something akin to, “Um, two?” rush to the ER. Zagat’s guide to follow…

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