So we chose not to go to Baylor Frisco but instead went to an emergency room that we thought would be faster. It wasn't. John and I felt like we'd stepped into another world where people aren't really in a hurry and the doctor's skills might be a little questionable.
Here's a picture of John waiting for the doctor...
Thankfully, John didn't break any bones but did end up with some nasty cuts (I'll spare y'all from the picture that John took of his hand). 12 stitches, some odd bandanging and 3.5 hours later, we were finished there. It wasn't a fun experience (especially for John) but at least we could laugh about it as we walked out. And John's such a trooper...he still insisted that we drive to Round Rock so the twins could wake up at my parent's house for their first Christmas. Gotta love him!