"I wanted a Guinea pig"
That's what Bethany told us friday night after we rushed a little over 62 miles from Plano to Cumby to retrieve two popcorn kernals from her ears.
Mark and I had gone to the Karaoke store at Collin Creek Mall. We were getting ready to meet his mom at El Paso for an adult meal with adult conversation. Just as we were getting out of the truck, Hannah called. I hear terror in Mark's voice..."She did WHAT?!?!" "You have GOT to be shitting me!?". (For some reason he will never interrupt a phone conversation to tell me what he's freaking out about. I have to wait till he has hung up.) My heart pounds as I resist the urge to grab the phone from him.
He shuts his truck door, gets ready to dial his mom to tell her what's going on,and to cancel meeting us up there. I stop him. "WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!"
There was a lot of anger in the first 20 minutes of the trip home. We called back a few times to instruct the older girls to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn't rubbing or poking, thus pushing them in farther. Another call to ask what everybody was doing while she was putting the popcorn in her ears. Yet ANOTHER call to tell them to locate the bulb syringe for when we got there.
Our monstrosity of a pool table served for our "operation" table. a very BRIGHT construction light illuminated the area. A pair of curved tweezers, and a vacuum cleaner with a few modifications served for extraction. The bulb syringe was useless. She had already been trying to remove them before telling her big sisters who were beside themselves with guilt over the whole situation.
On the ride home we had contemplated going to the ER. We realized that it being a friday night, and not that big of an emergency compared to what else may be rolling in, that we should give it our best shot at home.
Mark got pretty frustrated at a few points as he was the extractor. We almost gave up to head out for that hellacious waiting room. I just had the task of holding her still. We finally got them out and I have to tell you, the relief of them coming out was darn close to the same relief of getting a child birthed.
We asked her why she did it, she said "I wanted a guinea pig." I'm sure there's a logic in there that I'm missing. But.... yeah. Me too. A guinea pig would be much easier.
BTW, I'm feeling much better.. thanks for all the support.
Mark and I had gone to the Karaoke store at Collin Creek Mall. We were getting ready to meet his mom at El Paso for an adult meal with adult conversation. Just as we were getting out of the truck, Hannah called. I hear terror in Mark's voice..."She did WHAT?!?!" "You have GOT to be shitting me!?". (For some reason he will never interrupt a phone conversation to tell me what he's freaking out about. I have to wait till he has hung up.) My heart pounds as I resist the urge to grab the phone from him.
He shuts his truck door, gets ready to dial his mom to tell her what's going on,and to cancel meeting us up there. I stop him. "WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!"
There was a lot of anger in the first 20 minutes of the trip home. We called back a few times to instruct the older girls to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn't rubbing or poking, thus pushing them in farther. Another call to ask what everybody was doing while she was putting the popcorn in her ears. Yet ANOTHER call to tell them to locate the bulb syringe for when we got there.
Our monstrosity of a pool table served for our "operation" table. a very BRIGHT construction light illuminated the area. A pair of curved tweezers, and a vacuum cleaner with a few modifications served for extraction. The bulb syringe was useless. She had already been trying to remove them before telling her big sisters who were beside themselves with guilt over the whole situation.
On the ride home we had contemplated going to the ER. We realized that it being a friday night, and not that big of an emergency compared to what else may be rolling in, that we should give it our best shot at home.
Mark got pretty frustrated at a few points as he was the extractor. We almost gave up to head out for that hellacious waiting room. I just had the task of holding her still. We finally got them out and I have to tell you, the relief of them coming out was darn close to the same relief of getting a child birthed.
We asked her why she did it, she said "I wanted a guinea pig." I'm sure there's a logic in there that I'm missing. But.... yeah. Me too. A guinea pig would be much easier.
BTW, I'm feeling much better.. thanks for all the support.
posted by Cathy at 11/20/2006 10:39:00 AM
2 Comments:
WHEW! I'm glad they came out but I'm missing the guinea pig logic too. ???? Kids!
Glad you're feeling better lately!
Sheesh!
I may have been too nervous I'd suck the brain out of an ear drum to attempt that kernel extraction! A VACUUM! I'm so glad everything came out ok. Very artful picts for am emergency situation, too! I'm very impressed at the hubby's MacGyverness.
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