minor drama
Around 2pm, I get a call from the school, “Mrs. Garvey, Jim shoved….”
(Ok, I’m thinking the worst already, that he got in trouble for rough-housing again…)
“…. an eraser up his nose, and the school nurse is gone, and we can’t get him to blow his nose. So come get him.”
I call the pediatrician and can’t get through because they spend their whole message talking about how they don’t have any more flu shots. Call Dad and get no answer.
Go wake up Colin, pile into the van and go get Jim, who’s just scared that he is in trouble.
Out in the sunlight in the parking lot, I look up his nose and don’t see a thing, but he assures me it’s there. Got through to the pediatrician, and they say (of course) take him to the ER.
Drive to the ER, on the way, Jim falls asleep (of course, because the weirdo gets up a 6am every day). We get out, and he tells me that now “it’s really close”. I look up his nose again, and low and behold, there it is. We go inside, I get a tissue, have him blow his nose while I hold the other nostril shut and push on the “stuffed” one, and…. out it comes.
I just saved myself hours in the ER, but now I have to either kill two hours before his therapy appointments (ten minutes away from the ER), or go home, get a shower, and then come back up this way.
The shower won, we went home for 45 minutes, dropped Jim off at therapy, and then Colin and I got mexican for dinner.