Emergency!

My (big) baby boy waiting to have the foreign object removed. He said it "fell" in his ear. He didn't put it there.


I kinda figured it would happen one day anyway. All little boys seem to do it at some point. And why not in the late evening when there are no more mailboat (ferry) runs. So what happened? Samson put a bead in his ear then tried to remove it using scissors (yikes!) and by the time he came upstairs to tell me, he was already upset, panicky, and in some mild pain. Poor kid. We tried getting it out ourselves but could barely see it and couldn't get to it with tweezers without pushing it in even more. So, like many island emergencies before ours, this one would take place after the last ferry run of the day. Not to worry, though. Scott B. to the rescue. His lobsterboat stays in the water year round and it just so happened that he and Ric were working out together at the gym so Scott whisked us off island. They were able to remove the bead pretty easily in the ER and confirmed there was no eardrum damage or infection and also confirmed that the boat ride over was worth it, it could have led to an infection or at least very uncomfortable swelling if we had waited til morning. Whew. Glad it's over with. And I hope that's the worst emergency we ever have to deal with.

Hero and Rescuer, Scott B. Ladies, he's a cute, single, rugged Maine LobstaMan with a weakness for southern accents. And will ya just look at that smile.