Inside a Berlin hospital

The kids and I flew from Palermo to Berlin. Phil hopped onto a different plane and flew to Kenya for work. Straight from getting our bags from the carousel, we hopped into a taxi. "Kinder Krankenhaus in Westend bitte!" (Children's hospital in Westend please).

The taxi driver looks at me very oddly, and I had to explain that Cameron had broken his arm on our holiday and we needed to go to the hospital. Cameron was reluctant to go to the hospital, until we got there, and he said "Oh, I know this place, the doctors are really nice here" (after needing stitches in his chin after a fall at ice skating, and outing my affair with Alan while Phil was in India, see 8th February 2006 post)

 

So, bags in tow, we arrive in the emergency ward at 11pm. Staff are great, and give us a place to leave our bags. I explain the situation, the doctor takes the Sicily xrays, has a look, and asks us to wait in the waiting room until we are called. We wait for a whole 5 minutes, before we are asked to come into a room, where they had already started to get the plaster ready! 

Cameron was very brave and we need to wait around for an hour to check the plaster sets properly, and the blood was getting to his fingers. Both boys fell asleep on my lap in the waiting room while we waited. We are given the all clear, staff call a taxi for us, and we are home by 1am! 

Thankfully the boys both slept in until 10am the following morning! 

We visit an Orthopedic on Monday, and we need to bring Cameron back next Tuesday to have this cast removed (the swelling will be gone by then) and another one put on - this one will stay on for 4 weeks. The cast should be off just in time before we fly to Australia for a visit.