Trauma-riffic

This is Big J. He had an 'exciting' day today.

Maybe exciting isn't quite the word for it.

Exhausting?

Traumatic?

Disturbing?

Perhaps I am confusing my own set of emotions with his.

After we both fell on the ice yesterday, we came home & tried to recover before scurrying off to ballet. He seemed a little out of sorts, but he'd just been traumatized, so I chalked it up to that.

He had little interest in dinner, and wanted nothing to do with his bath - both of which are usually in his Top 3 Favorite Things to Do.

This morning we discovered a crust around the inside of his right ear.

We spent the remainder of the day running from the doctor's office to the radiologist to the pharmacy.

Thankfully, he does not have a skull fracture. He does have a massive ear infection which burst through his eardrum. That's what is making it's way out his tiny little ear.

10 days worth of pink antibiotics squirted down his throat twice a day and he should be back in tip top form.

My maternal guilt got the best of me tonight, and he has a new toy waiting for him when he wakes up in the morning.

Vehicle: 2, Me:0

My car and I had another battle yesterday. I'm starting to think she really doesn't like me. Or maybe she just doesn't like Iowa. Or I don't like her & my dislike is starting to manifest itself through physical harm to myself (armchair psychologists: ready, set, go!)

If you recall, a few months ago I nailed my forehead on the corner of my trunk hatch. It left a long-lasting lump, but was mostly healed in a week or so.

Yesterday I loaded the kids in, and as I opened the driver's side door to hop in myself, something happened. I'm not exactly sure how it all went down, but I think I started to drop my diaper bag as I opened the door. I dove for it and nailed my forehead on the very pointy top corner of the door. It was really weird. It didn't hurt, but I knew I had just done something that would hurt soon. And A LOT. I stood there for a minute, feeling dizzy and a little confused. I finally sat down and flipped down the mirror to take a look.

I had an inch long gash in the center of my forehead. It was beginning to bleed, and I could clearly see the split in the skin. I haven't had stitches since I was 3, and I really didn't know if I needed them now. I texted Big Daddy, but didn't hear back from him right away. I decided to go to Urgent Care and see if 1. They take insurance (they do) and 2. I needed stitches (I did not).

Although I feel a little silly for thinking I might need stitches, we're talking about my face here. I'm no beauty queen, but who wants their face to be messed up? I came home and cleaned it up, slapped on a bandaid and took some Motrin. As I suspected, it's much better this morning (it pretty much closed up on its own), but my head HURTS. I imagine that this is a little like Botox. My forehead feels swollen and a little frozen. It's not bruised yet (at least not on the outside). I am so glad that I have bangs & I can hide behind them.

A full recovery will be made - eventually. Now I just need to decide what to do about that dang car.