German ick

So i already complained about fasching, the side you don't know is that Jack has been sick for the past two weeks and was crying in the car when the little boy told me i couldn't go home until the parade was over.  The parade that hadn't started yet.  When Nick pulled up next to me we decided we would at least try and enjoy the parade.  Jack was dressed and bundled up in his stroller/car seat with his fleece sleeping bag thingy... PLENTY warm.  In fact his head was hot.  Then the german lady comes up to me and says "this no good, he get sick."  I said "Yes ma'am we hadn't planned on bringing our son out, but we are not being allowed to get home at the moment."  ugh...
NEXT... this is now Monday.  Jack is crying all day inconsolable.  He doesn't have any wet diapers RED FLAG so i take him to the ER.  Well apparently fasching also cuts down the manning at hospitals.  Wonderful.  It took 4 hours to be seen and there was 1 person in front of us.  After a nurse walked by screaming baby Jack a few times she finally said "I will go FIND a doctor".  We were then admitted....
fast forward a bit...
Jack now has an IV in his head.  I was told i need a nurse to WATCH ME feed my son while at the hospital so i call a nurse... she doesn't understand me (i know it is my fault too for not knowing German but i am frustrated so let me vent please) she grabs Jack and proceeds to walk away... where she was going i dont know.  HIS IV IS IN HIS HEAD, she did not take the stand.  Instead the stand hit my bed YANKING my sons head back and the IV out of his poor little head.  Blood starts going everywhere, i start balling, she yells SHIZA (a bad word) and walks out of the room.

WHAT!?!

I am balling, Jack is balling, i bow my head and PRAY that Nick will walk in at any second and hold us.  I look up, Nick is standing there.
Thank you.

AND the food stinks, AND when the nurses come in they don't knock and the lift up my covers, uh hello... anywho i am just ... ick, i want to be in America.  Right now.