Not long before Joe's infamous but unintended "Golf Club Experiment" (which can be seen below) he had another run-in with the medical world in a whole new way.About 2 weeks prior, the boys got "busted" (ratted out) making a little "trouble" in the backyard doing something that...from what Cuzin' Jimmy tells me..."is just what little boys do". They were promptly sent to their room. (I predict that most things that Jimmy says are "not so strange" will land them in some type of punishment or correctional facility. ;o)
Bryan comes out within MAYBE 2 minutes and says "Uh, Mom...you should check Joe cuz I can't see the bead anymore...it disappeared around the bend."
(Use your imagination for my response...which did include an electrolux and string of comments about his state of mind). Of COURSE it is 4:50 on Wednesday, so I call the pediatrician to try and get him in, and explain the situation. "No problem, come on down...happens all the time. No sweat." Great. 2 Dr's later, it's still lodged, and we're headed home....bead still in his head, and a note in my purse about seeing the Ear, Nose and Throat specialists at Childrens in Boston the next day. (no sweat, right?) We go, have an appt at noon, and figure if he's GOOD, we'll get pizza on the way home. Joe was GREAT, until it was becoming increasinly more painful while they worked on it, until they finally had ENT Dr's (yes, 2, plus 2 more nurses and myself trying to hold him down once they have shoved it FURTHER in so now it KILLS and is leaning hard on his eardrum and bleeding slightly, they determine that the risk is no longer worth it, and he's better off being put under and having it removed in an OR in Children's....so please head over, and wait 6 hrs because he can't have eaten for 8.
After all the waiting, and little Joe-man waiting in his hospital stuff and me donning my OR dressing to my toes, we enter the OR and Joe plainly says to the anesthesiologist "I am not putting that mask on my face". The guy debates with Joe for a few, and finally CAVES to the calm, quiet pressure of a 6 year old, and makes a deal that we'll try it, and if we can't get it, then we have to try the mask (I'm thinkin, OK Kid....shot or mask...you pick). Joe turns his head, the Dr leans over with a magnifying scope, and easily and simply raises the stupid SMILING bead out of the ear - yes, smiley-face bead, a giant "I told you so" GRIN - and Joe thanks everyone for thier time and the board game and the private TV in PreOp, and walks directly out of the room and down the hall. Seriously??? Follow that with his story of going in to get his head stitched 2 weeks later, and saying "Uh, no, I am not getting stitches". The Dr THERE recommends stitches over the glue after looking at it, and he again, calmly and quietly states that there "will be no stitches" and she agrees that glue is worth a shot. (WHAT???? But didn't you just say.....and you know he's SIX, right....???).
I should have him go into work and talk to my boss about a raise I guess....who DOES that and gets away with it?? Joe....who, I'm afraid one day, might find out that it won't always work....but probably not before it does 100 more times.
Then they send me home with this cocky kid who thinks he can run an OR and an ER to be his "mother". No really, Joe...I'm the boss. Really.
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LOL I love how you write, too, kid!!
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