I can't imagine how awful the whole thing must have been.

Awful enough to reel through my brain in a loop at 4am. The last thing Emmett said to me last night when I left him with his Mom was:

Emmett: "Chill out, Dad. Chill."
Me: "There's not a lot of chilling out when you're covered with your son's blood!"

Mind, I wasn't ranty. Just obvioiusly tight and rattled.

Aw sweetie, it's too hard being the parent, sometimes. Is there any possibility that the cartilege (sp?) is just swollen and will be okay and not require any intervention, by the time the ENT examines him?

Wow, you're up early, David. Poor sweet Emmett. I'm glad to hear he seems to have recovered his spirits somewhat. All our nose-ma is belong to Emmett.

Is there any possibility that the cartilege (sp?) is just swollen and will be okay and not require any intervention, by the time the ENT examines him?

Possible, but unlikely. When the doctor peered up his nostrils neither passageway was clear, which is an indicator the cartilage is out of place.

ugh, Hec, I am so sorry. What a scary thing to happen.

ION, the server has just decided to disable my user ID, so I can't get any work done. Great! Plus first snow of the spring, awww. Fucking A Great!

And by Great I mean ARGH!

{{{Hec and Emmett}}}

Nora, I feel your pain. Things need to let up for everyone, soon.

Poor, poor Emmett, but even more so, poor Hec! What a way to start the season. You guys will be in my thoughts, and all my nose~ma belongs to Emmett too.

I once went to a Cubs game with my mom and dad. Mom had gotten these great seats (first row balcony, near first base, I think) from work, and we were off to have a good time. About halfway through the game a foul ball took a nasty turn right into my mom's mouth. I had ducked, 'cause I thought the ball was coming right towards me. So, when I stood up, I saw my mom holding her face, crying and blood spurting everywhere. A few stitches and some plastic surgery later she's just fine, but boy, those balls can do some serious damage! Mom's still got the ball...the doctor from the ER signed it for her.

In mememe news, groceries have been delivered and put away. I have a headache and might go back to bed...but first, coffee.

Incidentally, the two-toed variety are apparently more irritable than the three-toed variety.

I'll take that into consideration the next time I consider harassing a sloth.

vw, I wanted to let you know, I am blaming your mom's former employers for this late snow we've been having! I hope she gets this new job today so we can have a spring!

Ooooo! I like that! Blame the former employer rather than poor, innocent mom. I think I might take on that attitude.

Mom had lunch with a former co-worker on Tuesday, and the co-worker told her she better get a job soon, 'cause she's just not gonna put up with snow in July. My mom is having fun with this whole snow thing, though, and since not much is bringing her joy and fun right now, I'll let her have her superstition.

Since Nora brought it up :), if mom could get some interview~ma and job~ma around 12:15 Eastern time today, all of the Somervillains would greatly appreciate it.