So number 2 had a broken nose, then surgery that suposedly mended it. He wore a cast on it for a week, then we went back to the specialist a week later to have it checked.
Can you beleive it the end of his nose is still wonky! The "cocky so called specialist" ageed that he needs to have the surgery again. In fact in his carefully chosen words NOT...
"I can stick a needle up his nose, numb it & re-straighten it now if you like, however it is very painful." As he so carefully described this to my son all of 10 years old he screamed!
Yes like that was going to happen! Nice one Doctor tactics, lovely bed side manner!
His solution was to re-do the surgery as "it is only a 10 minute proceedure" & this time he would put a splint up his nose with padding as well as a cast.
My thoughts were....."Why the F.. did you not do this the first time?"
I asked "will you do the surgery for free since it is a repeat?"
"Oh no your insurance will cover it."
They never cover all of anything there is always a sneaky $200.00 we have to pay for some crap reason!
Never mind the inconvenience of both parents having to take the day off work, get up & out by 5.30am, the other 2 kids getting up, walking the dog & getting themselves to school on time. Oh yes & the stress for my poor son & pain is all too much.
We feel like this doctor is out to rip us off. He knows we have insurance, the patient/guinea pig is young & healthy so no complications & his schedule needs filling up.
The English in me wants to be agressive & clock him one.
The American side of me wants to sue, but do we want to go there?
No, we are not that way inclined, plus the stress & costs are not worth it. Not that we could afford it anyway.
We feel guilty about whether he should have the surgery again or not...so what should we do?
He can breathe ok, it is more of an issue of a wonky nose. It is not ugly in fact quite cute. When he is a teenager he will probably only be able to snog on one side! It might even delay him getting to first base!
Does anyone know the system out there or have any ideas about what we should do?
So today my little Molly (dog) went to get spayed...poor baby!
I have this terrible guilty feeling every time we have one of our animals neutered as I feel that they should have the oppurtunity to have a family at least once. Of course I compare them to humans ...how would you like to be snipped without being asked?
Molly's biggest issue this morning was " why can't I have any breakfast mum?"
However on the practical side I would never be able to sell/give away their babies & Sir L would leave me!
So tomorrow I have to pick her up from the vets and face her inquisitive look of "mum what have they done to me?"
So to make her feel better I am going to buy her a new bed & lead since she has chewed them to bits!
Great time to go for a walk and wear a cosy fleece, stuff your hands in your pockets & march briskly as you try & hold out for putting hats & gloves on until November...you have to be hardy to live in NH!
Washing liine drying days are getting fewer and further apart.
Chipmunks are on overdrive as you hear a constant thud of acorns falling from the trees as they prepare for the winter.
Pulling out all the hats, coats & winter woollies....gives mixed feelings.
Putting the garden to bed & layering it with manure that your gorgeous white lab decides she loves to roll in!
Making homemade soups and stews......hello I'm Delia Smith/Marth Stewart!
Closing the curtains at night to shut out Jack Frost.
Testing the generator just incase we need it! We always do!
Get the cars snow tyres fitted.
Bring in all the kids clutter from the garden.
There is definetley a sleepy feeling about the Fall as you prepare for the long,cold days ahead of you. I'm tired just reading the few things that I have to do before the snow arrives!
It is almost like hibernating as you set yourself up with knitting projects, grab a stash of books and batteries for the torches.
As we await the arrival of winter............BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Number 2 had to go in for surgery and have his nose re-broken & re-set. He broke it playing American Football at recess.
This is the first time that any of my children have been operated on & I think that I have aged about 500 years.
Oh yes, we have had broken bones before as Number 1 broke her leg in K ice skating.
Somehow this felt much worse.
Of course the first person I want to share all this with (since Sir L is also going through it too but in his macho quiet manner!) is my mum. Alas maybe one day this may get easier.
It is a very difficult moment in time watching your child wearing Johnny's (a gown in english) with a shower cap & boots on.
As his eyes flickered & started to droop, he continued to fight the sleepiness. Part of me wanted to grab him and run ( beside the fact that he is nearly as tall as me & too heavy for me to lift without killing my back!) and the other sensible part of my brain tried to convice me that this is not that bad really! After all it was not brain surgery!
Horendous scenarios ran through my mind:
What if he never regained consciousness?
What if when they broke his nose they hit part of his temple & gave him brain damage?
Will he survive?
Just to mention a few.... I know I am a drama queen!
Anyway he survived and has a cast on his nose....I know you cannot imagine how that looks. Like a piece of metal moulded over his nose with a band aid (plaster) on.
We were by his side when he woke up....it felt like a scene out of Grays Anatomy minus the hunky doctors. I was on the look out for the nurses & doctors sneaking into rooms for a quickie..alas I did not catch anyone!
When he came too he wanted a hug...I cried with relief....he was alive!
However the moment was short lived as he then pewked all over the place!
Unfortunatley bad mother had no spare clothes for him so we were given some scrubs.
Anyway to cut to the wick he is fine, I am now greyer on top & drained from all of the drama.
On the brighter side he is all set for his Halloween outfit now!
2. Number 2 has broken his nose playing football at recess.....off for a nose job next week. Lots of blood
and attention, it is like living with a war hero!
3. Number 3 is "mischief" in the classroom. In one week he had been to the Support Center twice, then I received a phone call from his teacher to complain another day.....I was expecting the Pricipal for dinner on Friday! Apparently his new skill of making "tooting noises" using his arms & legs is not apreciated in the classroom!