Drama, drama, drama

Last night and this morning were busy. At school today, we had our volunteer luncheon. The staff at my school cooks and we put our potluck out for the volunteer reception. It's always a successful event. Of course, DH was out of town and I had to prepare a lunch entree while the 3-year-old was running around.

I made barbecue pulled pork in the crock pot. It smelled awfully good, so I was really looking forward to lunch, because the staff also gets to eat from the luncheon table.

This morning, I loaded my CSA vegetable box, the buns for the barbecue, the crock pot filled with pork, my purse, my school satchel, a jacket, Mark's water cup, and oh yeah, my child. I thought I had it all together.

I talked to my sister on my way to school, dropped Mark off, and went to school. I got the crock pot in, got the vegetable box in, unpacked the buns, and discovered that I needed to find an extension cord. Then I was buzzed by the office that my day care was on the phone. Never a good sign.

Mark had put a rock up his nose. Way up. I needed to pick him up and take him to the doctor.

I raced around, posted sub plans on my chalkboard, and ran out within 15 minutes of getting the call. I picked him up and his voice sounded nasal to me. As I sat in the waiting room, I looked up his nose and saw the rock.

When the doctor saw him, the ped. thought that my child might have to go to an Ear, Nose, and Throat Specialist to get it removed. The doctor tried anyway. He used a small tool twice, had the nurse and I held him two different ways. Once the doctor repositioned it, he blocked Mark's other nostril and had Mark blow. The rock went shooting across the room.

As I prepared to go, the doctor told me that Mark was very lucky. He said that most times when an object is that far up the nasal cavity, it has to be surgically removed.

Whew.