Well, I just got back from the hospital with my mom. She tripped on an uneven sidewalk and did a full-on face-plant, knocking out a tooth and loosening 2 others. She was able to recover the tooth and brought it home.
I was spacing out playing some game on the computer that would seem totally frivolous in a few minutes when my mother came in with her blood-stained hat at her mouth, in an attempt to stem the tide of blood seeming to gush from her mouth.
She was able to talk, and she immediately told me what had happened. I wasn't sure who to call yet, so I asked her if she had the tooth, remembering that for some reason (for some reason, couldn't exactly figure out why in the fog of the moment) one is supposed to put their tooth in something if it comes out. She had it, and so I put it in a cup of water to rinse it, then a cup of Milk (Not soymilk, but rather Goat's Milk) which I had read online is the substance you put ejected teeth in. So I had the tooth in the cup, but I couldn't figure out if this was a 911 emergency or just a "let's drive to the hospital" emergency. So she decided to call the police and let them decide. Good Call.
She told them everything and within 45 seconds of the initiation of the call, the Campus Police were at our door. They came in, asked what happened, then called some EMTs. Soon there was a fire truck (yes, a whole fire truck) in the parking lot and EMTs at our door. They took a look at her and then offered to give her (for just $500) an ambulance ride to the hospital.
She declined. I said that I could drive her there. So that's what we did.
The doctor put the tooth back in and sent in a financial counsulor, since my mother had only Veterans' insurance (which sucks beyond reason, and refuses to cover dental work). She signed her up for CICP (a state-run income-based medicare-like program to stem the problem of uninsured, low-income people not being able to pay $10,000 for an appendectomy and thus causing a whole chain of misery for both the hospital and the patient. By far, mostly for the patient) In the event that the VA (Veterans' Affairs) decides to not pay the bill, so that there won't be a problem. That all got straightened out, and I drove her home. Tomorrow morning, I will asess wether or not she is fit to drive up to Cheyenne (the nearest VA hospital). If she is, then I will be arriving in Broomfield tomorrow afternoon. If she is not, then I will be driving her up to Cheyenne, and I will be coming back down sometime next week.