So Mommy spent the evening last night in the walk-in clinic having brass fragments removed from her foot from when the grill brush fell on her foot last week. They were deep enough that they had to be cut out. Mommy has stitches on the top of her foot and is hobbling like a gimp. What a goof!
So today we hung out at home and played all day. Mommy kept her foot up and was trying to relax.
She allowed Breighton to cut some beads apart and I wanted a turn. I am awesome with scissors and small things and no danger thoughts ever crossed Mommy’s mind. I sat cutting for a few minutes. Next thing you know I am screaming and holding my face. At first, Mommy thought I poked myself in the face with the blunt nose scissors. NOPE! Rocket scientist me shoved a bead up my nose.
These are the beads we were cutting. They were from the Mardi Gras parade last year in Dunedin.
Mommy’s finger next to a bead for size reference.
Me sitting in the pediatric after hours emergency center to have said bead removed from my nose.
Can you see the shinny spot WAY up n the nostril on the left side of the picture!?
Needless to say, IT HURT! Two nurses and a doctor came in and bound me in a sheet and then the doctor took this really fancy crochet hook looking tool and popped that bead right out. Hopefully I remember this event for a long time and remember that you are NOT supposed to shove things in your nose!
After all was said and done I admitted to Daddy that I was cutting with the scissors, picked up the bead with the scissors and shoved it in my nose. When asked why I responded with a nice strong “BE-SUZ” (because in my language). What a moron!
Apparently Mommy did a similar thing when she was little as well.
