So, it's just a typical Thursday at work (yes, this is my first official week back to work....I made it, not without tears though!). I make it through the first half of the day. Eat a very unfilling frozen Lean Cuisine meal, decide that's not near enough, run to Hardees for the 2 burgers for 3 bucks, and eat them on my way to vacuum out the car....very productive lunch.
Then I begin my afternoon of seeing patients. Around 2:30, the office manager comes up to me while I'm in the middle of a prophy (that's a dental cleaning term). She says to me, "it's the daycare".....I panic: FEVER, THROW UP, BROKEN ARM....my mind is racing! So I say to my sweet patient, "oh no, that's my 2 year old's school", and she responds, "no problem, you hurry and get that" (so nice!). So I race towards the phone, so nervous as to what awaits me.
Me: Hello, this is Amy.
Director: Hi, Amy. This is Tressa at Children's World.
Me: Hey there. What's going on with Anniston?
Director: Well, when Anniston got up from her nap she told us there was something in her nose. I've shined a flashlight, and there's definitely a foreign particle.
Me thinking: You've got to be kidding me!
Me: Oh my goodness...any thoughts on what it could be?
Director: Well, they did do dry noodle art, and we're thinking it might be a small piece of that. We don't have a bulb syringe, and she can't blow her nose for us. She's quit crying, but says it hurts. We need you to come get her.
Me thinking: Like I can do anything???? HA
Me: Ok, I'm sending a girl I work with there to get her...she'll be there in a few minutes.
Director: I'm so sorry...thanks!
Me thinking: SORRY? I don't think you forced a foreign particle up my daughter's nose! Just wait till I have a little talking-to with her!
So, Trish gets back with Anniston and is joking about how they were tickling her nose with a feather trying to get her to sneeze when she picked Anniston up. We kind of laughed it off, thinking "whatever". So I finish up my patient, and take Anniston to the back of our office. I ask her which nostril it's in. She points to the right side. I push on it a little and ask her if it hurts..."yes", she says. Then I push on the left, "No, Mommy, over here" (pointing to right side). "Don't pick it Mommy", she says. It's WAY up there....like I don't think I can even get a dental tweaser up there (and they're long and skinny). So I'm starting to call Jerry's cell so he can call the nurse and get an appointment for after work. Meanwhile, I will see my last 3 patients. Well, as the phone is ringing, Anniston SNEEZES! And out comes this plastic little piece. Let me tell you, I would be crying if it were wedged up my nose. It was huge! It was 3/4 inch!
So then we have a little talk about how we don't put anything up our nose, unless Mommy or Dadoo puts medicine up there. We also told her that Elfie (see previous post) knows what she did, and that Santa doesn't want us to put things up our nose either.
So then Anniston stayed at work with Mrs. Berniece in the front office area and talked her ear off. Poor Berniece...I don't think she got anything accomplished from 3:00-5:00 today.
Hopefully tomorrow won't be nearly as eventful!