Bulow's Bad Day

Today started off nice enough but somewhere between this morning when I woke up and right now, there was a hex cast on me. If you don't want to read me vent about today's happenings, I suggest you quickly close off this page. If you are still here, great but remember I warned you.

Today I made my monthly trip to Sam's Club. These days are usually great because we all love to go to Sam's Club. Barry Bretton had some prescriptions that needed to be filled so I would pick them up and it would be a two for one (he has really bad allergies the poor kid). So after getting my shopping done I went to pick up the medicine. The oh so sweet pharmacist behind the counter said, "We didn't fill the prescription because your insurance no longer covers that medicine." Okay, well exactly how much are we talking here. $281.00! Cough, Cough! What! Okay, so we will figure something else out because that will not fly every 30 days.

We make it out of the store and home pretty much in one piece except for the one little incident where Barry Bretton slammed Brahm's hand in the door. But no broken fingers and I did get him to stop crying after about 15 mins. We arrive home safely and I am unloading the groceries from the car when I hear a blood curdling scream from Vallie in the house. Now this is not one of those my brothers are picking on me cries or I can't do it because I am only 4 years old cry. This is the real deal. I run into the house to see what the trouble is and Vallie tells me she shoved a Lego up her nose. What? Aren't you four years old? I mean I would expect this from Brahm but really you are a really super smart 4 year old. You know you shouldn't be stuffing things up your nose. I march her into better light and sure enough I can see the tip of a Lego up there. I tried to suck it out by placing my mouth over her nose and sucking really hard but no budging. I tried to blow it out by placing my mouth on her mouth, plugging the other nose hole and blowing hard. No luck. It was lodged. I had her smell pepper until she sneezed hoping the force would get it out. Nope. So I called Barry on the phone and told him we have a situation here and explained it. He said simply just have her blow her nose and that I blow things way out proportion. So I told her to just blow her nose and she took a deep breath in through her nose and the Lego sucked back into her nasal passage. It was gone. I could no longer see any more it was so deep. I was ticked that Mr. Smartypants on the phone thought the situation was so simple. Well, I was defiantly now overeacting.

So I took her into the ER to get it removed (yes, I was completely humiliated having to tell the people in the ER that MY child stuck a Lego up her nose). All the while Vallie was asking me if she was going to need to get a cast on her nose. When we met the doctor, he had ME blow through her mouth just how I did at home. Really, is this what medical school and however many years of residence gets you? Then, they shoved a probe about 10 cm up there with a balloon on the end hoping to pull it out. Nothing. I do need to say that she handled it like a champ and didn't even cry. Just a little bit of food for thought-Legos don't show up on X-rays because they are plastic. So somewhere is the missing Lego. I am hoping that since your nasal passage is connected to your esophagus it made its way to her stomach and will make it out that way. But we will never know for sure because I am not checking.

When we were discharged from the hospital they gave us discharge papers just like you always get. I would like to type what was written for advise to handle this situation. "Teach your child not to put objects in his/her nose, in the future". Really? I had no idea. In the words of Billy Madison, "Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it".

And just for good measure, our day doesn't end there. Barry is an ordinance worker in the temple. He calls me from the temple tonight and asks if the cars air conditioner was working when I took Vallie to the hospital. I replied, Yeah. Well, it is not working anymore. Which isn't really a big deal except for the fact that we live in LAS VEGAS and it is already 90 degrees. We did suffer through one summer without an air conditioner in our old Grand Am when we were poor college students because it was way to much to fix. I can just see the car mechanics licking their chops when we bring our Jetta in because they know no one in their right mind would not have it fixed.

So that is our day in a nutshell. I am sure hoping/praying tomorrow runs as smooth as butter.