Angelic nightmare
This is S’s new pseudonym!
Last evening, shortly before nine o’clock, where do you suppose my littlest darling was? Tucked up in bed safe and sound? Hiding out in one of her brothers’ rooms? Unravelling the toilet roll in the bathroom, whilst under the guise of peeing in the right place? Oh, with my Angelic Nightmare I could go on and on…but I reckon some of you have guessed it. At the hospital.
It all began when her big sister fell asleep, and S got bored. She decided to make a funny face. With her own face. How might a three-year-old go about making a funny face? Why with beads of course! Luckily her nose is so small she could only fit the one up there. But it was enough.
She chose a heart, a lovely lilac number, and shoved it (right way up!) as far as it would go. So far in fact, that even with the aid of a torch we could only just spy the very tip. I suppose we should be grateful it hurt and she came and told us immediately, though at some point we may have wondered why she couldn’t stop sticking her finger up her nose and saying, “I can feel it!”
Seeing as I had only just gotten out of the bath and was dripping, the BH earnt the honour of accompanying her to the Accident and Emergency room. Always fun to sit with the poorly, careless, injured and drunk, but at least it’s been well over a year since our last visit and they no longer recognise us on sight.
And apparently she loved it! They have a new kids’ room with lots of toys, and not a peep was heard from her as the doctor stuck some tweezers in and retrieved the offending item. She was then presented with a badge, telling the world what a brave little hero she is!
Heaven help us, as I’m thinking this was way too exciting for her.
posted by Jona at 10:27 am
21 Comments:
Oh yes, that only encourages them to do it again. A sticker saying 'I'm a naughty time-waster, who misuses the NHS resources. Someone really ill might have died because of me.' would probably ensure she didn't try again.
Err well yes, she is a time-waster! But we don't actually have the NHS and have to pay for doctors/dentists/opticians ourselves :o( And the BH has since informed me, there only two other people in ;o)
Well, of course, I didn't actually mean her. This is just a general badge, they can hand out to people with self-inflicted injuries, to deter such behaviour in future.
Also, I wasn't being terribly serious. Otherwise I might have suggested one for the parents of such children too - along the lines of 'Look what I let my unsupervised kids get up to, aren't I a bad parent?'
Which clearly you're not.
You stuck a torch up her nose?!? Oh, hang on, that's British for flashlight. ;-)
I suppose they see so many kids with various things shoved up their noses there must be a special gizmo for removing them by now. Maybe I should invent a home-bead-remover and get rich. (Kidding, Doug.)
Just be sure to keep an eye on her, Jona. I know from an episode of the Simpsons that Homer got the way he is from shoving a crayon so far up his nose it became lodged in his brain.
Ah, good old tweezers. It's good to know sometimes Doctors just have to wing it on the job too.
Dave, I wasn't taking you too seriously (though you are right), and I did myself wonder why they hospital went to such trouble to make her feel at ease when it was self inflicted ;o)
Maureen, crayons aren't so bad, enough snot and they tend to pop out (it's shapes that are harder!) And I agree there should be a gizmo by now!
I'm glad she did okay at the ER. What a scary thing. I wonder why so many kids stick stuff up there. Stuff doesn't belong up there silly kids.
Lois Lane
Here is an audio file I uploaded for you. Cheech and Chong comedy
http://media.putfile.com/Up-His-Nose
Thank you, Mark! That was great fun and I'm glad we're not allowed firearms ;o)
Once knew a kid who stuck a bean up his nose and didn't say anything about it. It sprouted and grew roots. It was DISGUSTING.
Yeah, boy howdy; just wait until she gets a cantaloupe up there. Of course, she'll probably have to start smaller, say with an orange or a plum.
I remember when my youngest sister stuck rocks in her ears... because they were pretty and she wanted to keep them but didn't have any pockets. She ended up at the emergency room to get them out too. Kids!
"I can feel it"! LOL.... funny funny line my friend. Glad they got it out so easily and that she's ok.
You parents of toddlers must always remember:
unilateral foul-smelling nasal drainage = nasal foreign body
I saw a 9-year-old girl once who had a seven year history of unilateral foul-smelling drainage. She'd been on God only knows how many different courses of antibiotics. Kids at school called her names.
Turned out she'd had a blackeyed pea up there for seven years. I was the first person to actually look up her nose.
You know what the stinkiest thing is? Foam rubber. *shiver* That is THE WORST.
Glad everything worked out, Jona. I hope they remembered to check her ears, too. (Kids who stuff things up their noses like to stuff things into their ears, too . . .)
Sleep well!
Hee hee. They only do that sometimes.
But, yes, I always check.
What a pretty bead! who wouldn't want one of those in their nose? :)
OMG! The poor thing. And poor you! Those sorts of things are usually harder on the parents than on the kids. I hope she's no worse for wear.
I read a blog a few months ago about a mom who's little girl had stuck a doll shoe up her nose so far up that she had to have an operation to get it out. So it could have been worse.
Maybe she was just wanting to get a leg up on nose piercing ;)
I hope you're okay, Jona. It's been a while since you posted.
With my daughter it was cat food (kibbled, thankfully) and a snazzy vacuum operated device for the removing of it. There are kids who stick stuff up their noses, and kids who are going to stick stuff up their noses. At least ours are now in the former category, hopefully never to return to the latter.
(I'm actually at www.fireinthekitchen.net/kristy.htm these days...)
I know you're still alive, because you comment on my blog, but we really want to see you here too!
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