Based on events from last week

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We found out a month ago Thorin has ear issues that have contributed to him going from mild bilateral hearing loss to moderate. I’m not entirely convinced that is accurate because he can hear me sneaking candy from a room away and if Ward and I whisper he comes running.

The doctor determined– one ear tube has something growing behind it  and in the other ear his ear drum was torn when the tube came out. He ordered a CT scan.

Thorin had previously had two scans. One after a car accident and one after a sledding accident. Yes, we are horrible parents.

At the first attempt to have the scan performed Thorin refused immediately upon entering the room. Even though– earlier in the day– he and I had watched YouTube videos of children having scans. The sympathetic narrators told us CT scans were really like going in a large donut that doesn’t touch you or hurt you.

The technicians tried piling him with stickers. I offered a dinner out including what he calls, Big Orange Juice– or juice with sugar. As he squished himself into the corner of the room– bringing to mind The Blair Witch Project– Ward and I realized this was not going to happen. We did however take him out to dinner and he did have Big Orange Juice.

The next attempt included Thorin taking a small amount of liquid Valium– prescribed by the doctor– before the procedure. I assured him it would help him relax. What it did instead is make him less inhibited. He said things like, “I hate big, dumb donut!”, “You’re a big jerk, Mommy!” and to one of the technicians, “Ugly outfit!”

The third attempt was to have Thorin go under anesthesia. Both Ward and I wished there was another way. My sister, Betty, helped give perspective. As a child Betty had cancer and was treated for several years before she went into remission. She said, “Good for him to say what he wants. I wished I could have done that as a kid. But, I don’t think anyone would have listened. Having things done to you is scary.”

Ward was out of town so I took Thorin to the hospital alone. The nurse who greeted us was amazing. Everything was: “Thorin, I’m so glad to meet you!”, “Thorin, let’s get a movie going. You come pick it out.” and “Thorin do you like cars?” He was not an object.

Enter the nurse who would insert the IV. When she walked into the small bay the room temperature dropped about 30 degrees. She had his chart, so she knew his name– still she asked, “What’s your name?”

Thorin was silent.

“Oh, no name? I guess I’ll call you ‘What’s-Your-Name’. How’s that?”

“How about I kick you in your lady parts?” I wanted to offer.

It went quickly down hill from there. She said, “I have magic sauce for your wrists and arms.”

Thorin looked alarmed.

I suggested instead the truth, “Thorin, the medicine will numb your arms so you don’t feel the needle. You won’t feel pain.”

He nodded.

All that was for nought because when she inserted the needle she didn’t hit a vein. So of course she tried again. Thorin was hysterically screaming and crying. Through the window I could see staff at the circular desk outside the room — looks of concern were apparent.

“We are behind now because of this (the object being Thorin). The CT scan takes seconds!” she said, not attending to his obvious pain and fear.

“Okay, this is not working. We need to figure this out.”, I said while trying to calm Thorin. I also noted I was saying over and over again to Thorin, “I’m sorry.”

Brief aside: Seeing your child fearful and hysterical is awful. You would give anything to change places with them. You also wish legally you could get away with a quick throat punch to ignorant health care professionals.

The Naughty Nurse*– as we later referred to her as– quickly left not to be seen again. The anesthesiologist soon entered the room. He told Thorin, “You’re scared. Of course, you are. Anyone would be. Let’s slow this down.”

And he did. It was another 40 minutes before they tried inserting the IV. It went fine. In fact everything after that was fine including the results. It’s just a little skin growing behind the ear tube– nothing malignant. The doctor will re-check everything in three months.

On the way home Thorin said, “Dark, black blood.”

“That’s what you saw?”

“Yes, dark, black blood.”

“Oh, no! I’m sorry, Thorin.”

“Dark, black blood.”

The rest of the day was spent on the couch bed in the den watching movies and being happily catered to by me.

Yesterday, Thorin dictated a story to me:

It’s a stormy night.

There’s dark, black blood on my bed. Monsters tip-toe in my room.

And, they see me, a zombie. giant spider

My mom screamed loud!

Dev whined: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Smudge screamed like a creaking door.

I said, “Welcome to the haunted house.”

A giant spider, drinking my mom’s blood.

I laughed: “HAHHHHHHHHH!”

Smudge starts eating an eye ball.

Dev says, “Yummy! Yummy! I want one!”

I laughed, “HEE! HEE! HEE! Ho! Ho! Ho!”

The church bells rang.

Bongggg! Bongggg! Bongggg!

*Betty offered the name Naughty Nurse. It’s term she had used as a child for nurses who didn’t see her back then as a child, fearful and in pain.

 

 

A story while making dinner

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While we were making pizza last night– Thorin suddenly twirled, stopping in front of me. He clapped his hands together and said:

T:         “And then, Jimmy Allen…”

K:        “Who’s that?”

(and so on, Reader)

“An old friend.”

“Where’d you meet him?”

“At a pool.”

“Tell me about this guy.”

“He eats a lot of cake—birthday cake, chocolate cake, chocolate chip cake.”

“How tall is he?”

“He’s a big giant man! Ba-P! Ba-P!”

“When did you last see him?”

twp and kwp feet w dev

Reading on the porch this afternoon. Thorin just started the Magic Tree House series.

“Last Friday.”

“How are you sure it was Friday.”

“Because I came here.”

“Are you only here on Fridays?”

“Yes.”

“Who’s that keen kid who’s here the other six days of the week?” *

“The End!”

“Could it be—to be continued?”

“Yep.”

* I had used the words “cool kid” but Thorin asked if I’d “keen.”

Part 3: Are You Buying What Back-to-School is Selling?

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August 25, 2017— This is the conclusion of my conversation with Michelle S. Hite, Assistant Professor in the English Department at Spelman College on oppositional consciousness and parenting. (Originally published September, 2015)

Click links to read Part One and Part Two.

Kari: Do you believe there is a universal need to be accepted?

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Part 2: Are You Buying What Back-to-School is Selling?

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August 20, 2017: I am re-posting my conversations from two-years ago with Michelle S. Hite, friend and Assistant Professor in the English Department at Spelman College. It is back-to-school season and the topics we discussed are just as relevant, in fact they are timeless. This is the second of a three-part discussion. Click this link for Part 1 of our conversation.

Check out Macy’s back-to-school commercial. The soundtrack is Tears for Fears “Everyone Wants to Rule the World” with new lines including: “Everyone on their best behavior.”

Curt Smith, founder of Tears for Fears on the song: “The concept is quite serious – it’s about everybody wanting power, about warfare and the misery it causes.”

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