May 15, 2007
A rolling stone gathers no moss........or something
Last week Jacob decided to enliven our Friday night routine by announcing as innocently as only a three-and-a-half year old can that he had put a stone up his nose.
This was seconds after I had ordered the pizza and poured my first glass of wine before collapsing on the couch to wait for Ron to get back from Perth. Ron had been away all week and being a single mum for a week, the same week that the book I was working on had to be absolutely-positively-finished-for-the-printer, I was looking forward to relaxing.
But no, Jacob had put a stone up his nose. Hours ago apparently, while at creche, and he was adamant that it hadn't come out. I couldn't see anything but no, he hadn't sneezed, no he hadn't swallowed anything strange and yes, it did hurt. When he pointed to where it hurt you could actually see a small swelling there as if the tissue was inflamed.
So, Ron still in the air, it was off to the Royal Children's Hospital Emergency Department. Three and a half hours later, having seen a nurse, been to the GP clinic, had an x-ray, and been back to the GP clinic we returned home, by now accompanied by Ron, with one exhausted and hungry (in case they had to sedate him) little boy.
There are two things Jacob is now absolutely sure of. He will never again put anything up his nose and he DOES NOT like hospitals.
The stone was never found. It may still turn up, it may have been long gone. It was in there at one point as the tissue in his right nostril was inflamed.
Posted by Faith