Pretty early yesterday morning I knew it was going to be one of those weeks where life revolves around medical needs, but I couldn't have predicted which ones, exactly. Katydid and Farmerboy woke up with stomach aches. I called Andy and asked him to bring us gingerale at lunchtime. (I thought we could survive until then.) I told Katydid to go back to bed and assigned chicken duty to Gareth. I did Katydid's chores and read books to the little boys.
Pop did not wake up with a stomachache. Instead, he apparently woke up with a burning desire to go to the ER. In the morning, I was called on to stop a game in which he climbed up on top of his dresser - on top! - stood up, and then jumped - as high as he could! - onto his bed. All he needed was to turn a somersault in midair to complete the crazy three year old imitation of an Olympic gymnast. At least he managed to stick the landing.
Then, at lunchtime, as I was sitting down to eat my lunch after doling out cheese quesadillas to every one else, and putting away the gingerale that Andy had so thoughtfully brought for the sick kids (who did NOT throw up, all thanks be to God!!), Pop decided to toss a Mason Jar onto our stone patio to see if it would break. (It did.) I dashed outside to stop the other three boys from walking into the broken glass, barefoot, thoroughly disciplined the offender, and cleaned up the mess, then sat down again to eat.
Not five minutes later Pop started howling. "My toe! My toe!"
Now, I have to back up and tell you that he was standing on the step down from the deck, where we had earlier that day seen a snake. So what I immediately thought was that he had been bitten by a snake. A garter snake. So I wasn't too alarmed, but he was crying like he was in a great deal of pain. I dropped my fork and ran outside to see what was wrong.
(This is where you should stop reading if you're squeamish.)
Once out there it was obvious he had not been bitten by a snake. I thought he'd just stubbed his toe. But on closer examination, the toenail on his big toe looked a little odd.
It turned out that he had a "splinter" of wood half an inch long and a quarter inch wide jammed underneath his toenail, all the way to the back.
There was no way I could pull it out without putting the poor kid in even more pain that he was in already -- which was considerable -- so I called Andy (who wasn't even back at work yet) -- and sent the kids into emergency mobilization mode, and we headed off to the ER... which was packed... and hoping that Katydid's stomachache did not grow into anything bigger and more messy. (Thank you, God, it did not!)
Anyway, poor Pop -- they had to numb his entire toe to pull the splinter out, and even that didn't block all the pain, especially since the splinter came out in three or four pieces. He's none the worse for wear now, but - ugh.
This morning I had my own encounter with needles -- I went in for allergy testing and discovered that I am REALLY ALLERGIC to dust mites and grass pollen, but not to mold as I expected... and oh, yeah MAPLE pollen (and hello, where do I live??) -- but after Pop's ER experience with the numbing needles and the splinter, I was humbled enough to think that an entire tray of needles was so not a big deal.
And tomorrow Katydid has an eye exam.
So I think I meant to be sorting and organizing this week, but um, I'm having a bit of a hard time remembering.