One and only grandson was with us the past weekend. Took him to Izaak Walton so he could chill in the kiddy pool. Coming back from the facilities he takes off running back to the kiddy pool, PopPop(me) trying to keep up - he tripped on a tree root and hit a rock(?), 1.5" gash through both skin layers. We did best we could and headed for an Emergency care place. The daughter has only been able to get part time work the last 2 years, and the 3 year old is on Medi-whatever, we had a copy of the paperwork(Mom's 140 miles away). The walk-in medical said they couldn't take that, so OK, I said I'll pay cash. They said no, that would be fraud ! Took us 30 minutes to the next such place, where a very nice lady doctor superglued him closed and bandaged him up and got him some oral anti-biotics. She thought about stitches or staples, but he was already so scared(shaking, never cried), we all opted for the superglue and trying to slow him down a couple days. He's back at his Mom's , it's healing fine, he'll have a scar, but he made it to his 1st day of pre-K so all's well now. But for a tenth of a second I wanted to ____(I was carrying, so you can imagine) convince those cretins into caring for that boy.