The nose, wisdom teeth and the teenage boy

It was a few years ago, when middle child and the teenage boy were joking and teasing each other while in the van. After I had parked, the two of them jumped out with middle child chasing the teenage boy, both laughing hysterically. Now there was quite a bit of construction going on, on our street and there were small wooden stakes sticking out of the ground everywhere. The stakes were difficult to notice even though they were painted orange. All of a sudden the teenage boy does a face plant into the sidewalk, his foot had caught a wooden stake. Next, an ear pulsating scream came out of him. As he stood up you could see the blood, which for me is not at all good, I hurl at the sight of blood. I yell at middle child to get her older sister, as I just stand there looking at my son holding his face, I am in shock and pretty darn useless. The eldest arrives to take care of her younger brother who has chipped two of his front teeth and broken his nose! His face is swelling up and you just know, he will have two black eyes.

After the eldest has cleaned him up, I finally get my act in gear and do my motherly duty by calling our family physician and the dentist. Apparently nothing can be done for his nose until the swelling subsides which of course will take a few days, I don’t remember whether he was given prescription for the pain. An appointment is made with a Nose, Ear & Throat specialist at the hospital. In hindsight, it probably was not a good idea for me to take him to the specialist and I certainly should not have gone in with him but I did! The doctor was very nice and told the teenage boy it would be best that he had his eyes closed while he was poked with a needle into both nostrils to freeze the nose. The teenage boy agreed and closed his eyes. I, of course did not close my eyes so as soon as I saw the needle being stuck up his nostril I freaked again and yelled loudly that the needle was huge! Not good. The teenage boy opened his eyes, saw the size of the needle and started to feel a bit panicky. Amazingly though, he let the doctor put the needle in his nostrils.  Next we waited for the freezing to take hold, and then the more painful part occurred. With the doctor standing over the teenage boy his took hold of his nose and basically shoved it back in place. The doctor then told the teenage boy he would have to keep pushing his nose in place over the next week while it healed. The teenage boy did not do this.

A couple of years later, the teenage boy decided he would have his nose re-broken because he was having a difficult time breathing and he wanted it to be straight. In the meantime, he needed to have all four of his wisdom teeth pulled out. So an appointment was made for the orthodontist in August of last year. He then received the call to have his nose re-broken also in August. During the first two weeks, the teenage boy suffered horribly after having his teeth pulled, and was even more depressed because he was unable to play soccer. He had a few days of no pain, before he went in the hospital as an outpatient for his nose. The operation was very successful, but the pain afterwards was enough to bring tears to his eyes. For the following week, he had to rinse his nostrils three times daily, (just think of how painful it feels when you get water up your nose when swimming and then try doing that three times a day). For some reason, the teenage boy would not let mom or dad near him, only his sisters and best friend could be there for support when the rinsing occurred. Apparently he was mad at me because I had left him alone in the hospital for a few minutes and he assumed he was still attached to his heart monitor which was beeping like crazy. He thought he was having a heart attack, and a panic attack ensued.  For the record, he was sleeping when I left for a few minutes to walk to the other side of the hospital to have his prescriptions for antibiotics and pain medications filled. When I arrived back, I was able to calm him down and explain that he wasn’t attached to anything, the machine was just beeping because it was no longer plugged into the wall. I was still on his bad side.

The Airport.

She arrived for her flight the required two hours ahead of time, she checked her luggage, went through security and headed to the other side to wait, only to find out that her flight would be delayed three hours. Now for most people this would not be a problem but for her it is, see she suffers from panic attacks and depression.  She tried to get on another flight but had no luck. More panic, more phone calls home. The flight is only a little over an hour, but then she has to cab to the central station to catch a two-hour bus ride home. I check the bus schedules for her, the last bus out leaves at 10:45 p.m., she can just make it. She is by herself now, her friend has decided to take the 6 a.m. flight. More panic, she is alone but the airport is packed with people yelling at the reservation clerks trying to get other flights out. She calls me again, they have given her a ten-dollar food voucher but it can only be used on the plane, it is useless for the next few hours. More panic.

Depression is setting in again, she says everything goes wrong for her. I tell her to concentrate on the holiday she has just come back from. Think of the white sand, the warm beach, the hot sun, anything to try to get through the next few hours. She yells at me, she says that won’t work, she is alone but the airport is packed with people, people she doesn’t know. She says she will call me later, she is going to get something to eat. Five minutes go by, she calls again, she is in the restaurant waiting for food, the restaurant is packed with crying babies, she has never seen so many babies at once. She has some food and a beer, she is starting to calm down. She says goodbye again, we will talk later. An hour goes by and I haven’t heard from her. I pick up the phone and dial her number, she answers and is calm. She has settled down, she found a place to sit but now the battery power for her laptop is running low. She will have to leave her seat and try to find an outlet, but this doesn’t seem to upset her. She is no longer in panic mood, I feel better. Trying to help someone who is not in the same room is hard, well more than hard. It hurts me that I cannot hold her, I can only reassure her with my voice and sometimes that is not enough, but this time it has worked. She will be able to get through this, to catch the delayed flight, the late bus and finally the cab that will take her to her apartment, her bed.