As a child (my mom was a nurse and my dad a fire/chief-EMT) I was in the ER 3 times at:
Age 2, I ate a bottle of baby aspirin (hey they were good)
Age 8, I was found "floating" in a pond of water, not breathing - thank God my dad had taken one of the first CPR classes ever taught - still taken by POV (my airway was cleared and with a few rescue breaths and a bath - they thought I should be "checked out")
Age 15, partially ejected through windshield, with a 10 minute LOC - someone had seen the accident and called my mom. She took me home, where after an hour my dad finally just demanded to my mom that "we are going to the hospital, she is just not acting right" - I was admitted for 4 days (fairly severe CHI, pulmonary/chest contusions/some facial & dental injuries)
Oh, and my sister had abdominal pain (but she always complained of tummy aches to get her way, out of whatever or just because..) so my mom gave her a little pepto, donnatal, paregoric in water or something... anyway after 3 days of off and on complaining (as usual) they finally took her to the ED where her appy had ruptured. She did fine, but..
The moral of the story is as the child of a nurse it had to be pretty impressive to get an ED visit.
As an adult I was in the ED twice. First, HR of 180 - woke up SOB with CP at 3 am, no history - no relief with vagal maneuvers and I drove myself. (My husband hates hospitals and I didn't need the anxiety). I admitted and treated by cardio. My second visit was a flare of uveitis and was referred by my optho who would meet me there. :heartbeat
Oh, and by the way ... I had fell while running and knocked the wind out of myself and had hit on my shoulder. I went on to work that night, but I could not abduct my left arm - so I managed the desk. Wasn't scheduled to work for 3 more days, so I slithered into x-ray the next night for an unofficial film of my humerus (I thought I'd broke my arm, at this point) - took the films to my ED doc - where he pronounced no fracture and "quit being a baby" (he was just being a joker - as always) So off I go. I though I'd get better, just all bummed up and sore. I developed a cough the next day. By the next day, I was so short of breath I couldn't hardly walk 10 feet without having to stop - the cough was getting worse and I felt like I was being hit with a machete with every cough, breath or movement. So I called my family doc and insisted that I be seen right then. MY O2 sats were 91 - 92% on room air (don't smoke, healthy) - he took some xrays and then sent me to ortho - I had a scapular fracture and a 10% pneumo. BUT NO ED VISIT for ME! Ha...
So, yeah --- I do love it when all these "emergencies" get all crazy with me. Most of the time I laugh it off, but sometimes....