There was also a young child (5, I think) that was struck my a lawnmower and lost a good portion of a hand and fingers. Where the hell was the supervision? I know I wasn't allowed in the backyard if dad was cutting the grass. In the car... we didn't move unless everyone had seat belts on.
I also had the pleasure of being in charge on the night of a million transfers. Seriously, we had about 15 patients transferred from all over the state. Some were traumas, there was a liver/anal cancer patient that was bleeding like fuck from esophageal varices (I so generously sent that one down the hall to the Green ED), many a drunk that slept it off out in the drunk tank and a code that had been down for over an hour, shocked 6 times and was PURPLE from the nipple line up (hello PE anyone?).
Oh yeah... and the interns are here. I taught one how to do an NG tube on a drunk with a BAC of 5800 (no shit there..... too bad we weren't betting). We taught another how to use a geezer squeezer and discussed at length what the appropriate dose of Motrin is in a BS drug seeker. Truth be told, I think this group will be pretty good once we break them in a bit.