ER? Life of Luxury! I had a Grandmother who thought she was a doctor, but she wasn't. She just had a needle and thread. I didn't know any better, though. I'm still alive today. It's amazing how we survived - well, not actually.
Fortunately, my father was a doctor, so he took care of stitching and bone-setting for me and my two brothers. Also for my three sisters, though not needed for them as often.