When the simple things turn bad

Well, I'm happily working away in the shed and I get the call . . . Brody's dislocated his finger at school, can you go and and get him. So out the door I go, it's about 10.30 in the morning. So I'm thinking, should be fine we'll just pop it back in . . . right?
Get to the school and he's just sitting there like nothing's really going on except his hand's all bandaged up and in a sling. So off we trot to the nearest hospital. Not a long wait and the doctor has a look and it's his left index finger on the knuckle closest to his wrist, the first knuckle and his finger is pointing up not straight out. So the doctor gives it a yank to pop it in . . . . and yanks again a bit harder . . . still won't go. So . . off to get an xray, takes forever coz the xray computer thingo has shut down. Come back to emergency and wait, and wait, and wait, you know the drill. Doc comes along with the xray. Yep, dislocated, cool. So now it's time for the real yanking. Gives Brod's a few injections with the trusty local and off we go twisting, turning, pulling . . . real hard this time, now Brod's is feeling a bit of pain and some stress starts to set in. Nup, no go, 'I'll just get a doc who's done this a lot more than I have' the doc says. New doc has another real hard yank, definitely harder than the last fella. Nup, he says you need to go to a bigger hospital. The first doc gives his finger one last good go just in case and sends us on our way.
Now we're really waiting. I'd say it's about 1pm. We're waiting for the hand doctor and I think they had to fly him in from Venezuela or something (slight exaggeration)it took a fair time. We get to see his assistant at about 3.30 and she's not pulling anything. At about 4.30 the hand doctor (plastic surgeon) is ready. He asks a few q's like 'where did they apply the local?' 'in the finger' we told him 'nah that's no good he needs his whole hand dead'. So he plugs brody with more local this time in the wrist! His hand goes off to sleep so it's time for some more yanking! The doc politely tries to ask questions to distract Brody, who is well aware of his schemes, while really yanking hard, so hard I thought he might pull his finger clean off! Actually to the point where this six foot and a bit big doc was shaking because of how hard he was pulling. Nup, you're gonna have to stay the night and we're going to have to cut you open. What! I thought dislocations were an easy fix. Well you learn something new everyday. Not this finger on this knuckle as there's a ligament running up the finger that gets caught in the knuckle (so we're told by some doctor a week after, 'no matter how hard they pulled they would never get it back in' he says) great.
So now we wait for the operating theatre. Some fella comes in and pushes in front coz he chopped three fingers off with an angle grinder! Fancy that, the nerve of the guy. So get this . . . . at 3.30am the next morning Brod's has surgery. What a saga! I was stuffed! Brody was sick of being yanked and was glad the finger was finally in it's righful position.