Crazy Is As Crazy Does

Spent most of yesterday in a line. At least that's how it felt.
New game system release day. And Woohoo! My persistance paid off; I was eighth in line and they had 26 of the "Gold" ones. I got the X-Box 360. All is good. I was a hero.

Spent a lot of time in line problem solving and trouble shooting. Apologized to fellow line people in advance for calls I knew I'd receive from work. They were all cool though. The guy behind me was a customer.

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While in line I got a crisis call from one of my young employees letting me know he was headed to the emergency room. Poor kid. 20 years old. He was bleeding urine. OUCH!
Apparently his brother had kicked him where he shouldn't and hurt one of his "boys". Man, I'm a girl and I only fight that dirty with lots of warning and after some seriously unforgiveable stuff.

I told him to call me when he got to the ER and let me know what was going on. The doctor told him that usually, in situations like this after leaving "the boys" untreated for more than a couple of hours, there isn't much that can be done. Often, the only option is to remove the damaged "boy". He was terrified that he was gonna lose his testicle, especially since they believed it to be fractured.

It wasn't till AFTER his final test, an ultrasound, that they found it was salvageable, just swollen. He got lucky.