Pigg-O-Stat

So it's quite possible that we may be horrible parents. This morning, at approxamately 7:50am, Ali pulled her bulletin board down and knocked some of the thumbtacks off. We could not find one of them....so we had to call the doctor. Fortunatley, we were able to go to the Dr's office instead of ACH. I didn't really want to have to wait at the ER for an x-ray. We were pretty sure that she didn't swallow the thing, but we had to be sure.

We get to the Dr's office, and they listen to her chest to hear her breath sounds and she sounds good. Down to x-ray we go. Somehow, it has never occured to me that little kids must sit incredibly still for CXRs. I have never thought about a squirmy child sitting for an x-ray before. Well, they have. They had this interesting contraption left over from medieval torture days called a Pigg-O-Stat (I have no idea about the name). Poor Ali had to be strapped in with her arms up over her little head. Edward stayed with her (they made me go behind the lead wall), but she cried and cried. I know that she was not hurting, but she still looked really unhappy.

Due to the modern miracle of technology, we were able to see the films asap. Digital radiography is so cool. No wait time. No Tack, either. We still have not found that little bugger, either. I'm hoping to find it soon. Before the dogs do. They don't sit still for x-rays, either.


Pigg-O-Stat. Such a funny word. Dang. I should write about more. I am trying to fill up the time until Grey's Anatomy. I guess I could do something else that may in fact be constructive, but I refuse. Oh well. I'll go watch Ugly Betty instead. I hope it's good.

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