But in a couple of days, it won't hurt anymore, but he might still have tough-looking black eyes. So there's that.
No black eyes, actually.
So...we get sent home with a scrip for Tylenol w/ codeine. I'm still pretty rattled. I shake my finger at Emmett and say, "You are not allowed to EVER break your nose again."
Emmett rolls his eyes For.Ev.Er.
He has to see an ENT in 5 days (Monday). The supervising doctor looked up his nose and he had no clear passage on either side. Which means a "procedure" - is very likely. This involves general anesthesia and
inserting a steel rod up each nostril and pushing the cartilage back into place.
This is making my stomach churn. Emmett got chatty and ironic as the evening rolled on. He wants to go to the team's practice game on Saturday and watch from the dugout (which is fenced and safe). I think that'll be good for his teammates to see him (as JZ noted, Noah, the kid who nailed him was very upset.), and good for Emmett. His manager, Tim, is the world's nicest guy and is going to be very concerned about Emmett too.
And the thing is? Emmett got his report card today. He did really really well, and teacher had wonderful things to say about him in the parent/teacher conference. Not just academically, but how Emmett extends himself to other kids in the class, including them socially when they had been sort of outcasts before. How it had made a huge difference for two of his classmates specifically. Also, she said his writing was very developed, unusually so for a third grader. So - it was going to be a good day, and celebratory and baseball and la la la.
edited to magically change EMT to ENT.
Oh man, that sounds horrible. I've made that ER hospital run recently with my 2 1/2 year old (slammed her own finger in a door which is going to be black and blue for about a month) and it's pretty much the opposite of fun. Hope he heals quickly and painlessly.
Poor Emmett and poor Hec. That must have been awful for you. Much healing ~ma to the little guy. Yay on the report card though.
Here's his report card comment from his teacher (she's in the Kat mold - challenging and tough, but very very good):
Emmett is full of ideas, energy, and wit, always ready to conribute to our class discussions. Althugh he shows good understanding and is very bright, his work is now often times rushed, careless, and messy. He needs to take the time to do his best work in language and math. He can produce better work more consistently. He is especially gifted with words and expression, both in writing and speaking. Leadership potential too!
Aww, poor Emmett. I'm glad he's already feeling better.
Hec, just remember that Owen Wilson's broken nose is a fine, wonderful nose, and if Emmett starts to worry about the aesthetic issues (once all the medical stuff is out of the way) surrounding a mushed nose, you can remind him of that, too.
That said, I hope he gets better soon, and that the remaining medical things are minimal and cause him very little discomfort.
Quick and painless healing for Emmett. And soothing vibes for Emmett's adults.
just remember that Owen Wilson's broken nose is a fine, wonderful nose
Unless you ask David Spade ...
Poor Emmett! But childhood injuries are good conversation fodder, and Alibelle's nasal delusion aside, not a big deal.
It's not a delusion!
I love JZ. A lot.
And I'm sticking my tongue out at ita. A lot
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Also, the word "nose" is beginning to lose all meaning, and is now just making me giggle. But poor, poor Emmett. Hugs and drugs for him. Because it really does suck.
P.S. I'll whitefont this because it is all about me.
The fact that I'm being forced to make a bust of myself for my ceramics class is forcing me to look very, very closely at all my facial flaws. The nose one pisses me off. As does my chin scar, from when my father dropped me. It makes me look like I have a double chin from certain angles. Which sucks. I also have a tiny scar on my eyelid from my cat, but that one doesn't particularly bother me. And I have two chicken pox scars on my nose (which are my fault, since I was told not to scratch, but I did it anyway), but they don't really bother me, either. So, basically, the only things about my face that truly bother me are the scars that are there because other people screwed up. Which is the only reason I've ever even considered plastic surgery-- to repair those. But I probably won't ever do it, since I'm both kind of cheap, and kind of afraid of surgery.
