Tonight after the kids had gone to bed me and City Boy were enjoying the latest installment of the Simpsons when we hear Loo start crying. She doesn't like to go to bed so I tell City Boy to ignore her and we do. Soon we hear the pitter patter of anxious feet going back and forth and some serious crying going on. We both go up to check and Loo is standing at the door with blood running down her face. She say that the paper towel won't come out of her nose.She had shoved some pieces of tissue up her nose and tore up her little nasal passages trying to get it out.
We took her into the bathroom and performed "Surgeries". My family will know the meaning of the word. Oh the days of performing medicine on each other on the dining room table. Well we have done it now in my home. I see a piece that I can get no problem with some tweezers. I get that piece out and have City Boy get a flashlight to make sure there is no more. I look and I see another piece. Well City Boy decides to take a look and ends up gagging. (I fear for my life if I'm ever bleeding, this is the second time City Boy has wigged out on me with blood. The first was me getting my blood drawn. Oh yeah he's not that partial to childbirth either but who can blame him.)Any who, I get the other piece out with the help of some saline.
Poor little Loo was very upset about the blood on her ballerina jammas. But she did get to watch the Simpsons with us!!
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