My 6yo grandson stuck a rock in his ear.  Now, you might say, "isn't he a bit old for that kind of thing?"  But like I told his mother, if you've never been told not to do something how do you know not to do it?  He was at school and a "friend" of his said, "put it in your ear."  So, Jon did.  The ER doc told him next time to tell his friend to "go first."

They could not get it out.  It has been in there since Thursday afternoon.  They are going to have to do surgery to get it out (scheduled for tomorrow at 8:30 a.m.).  The blessing is that he has had no pain and the ENT thinks there is no serious damage behind the rock to his ear drum.

As a side note, my birthday has come and gone, now I'm 48.  And sometimes I feel like I have been stuck in the same place for 20 years.  I mean, I don't feel like I am getting anywhere.  I am at a dead-end with my job and now must begin looking for something else to do.  I dread returning to the "public" job market, but I just don't see any other options right now.  My kids are okay about it, but it will sure put a strain on our hsing options. 

I, on the other hand, am not okay about it.  I am angry.  If my husband (and I use the term loosely - very loosely) would stand up and get a decent job I would not have to worry so much about my job situation.  I could just continue working at a part-time level and not be so stressed.  It would sure give me more time with the girls and church and volunteering, etc.  Plus I bet my house would get cleaner!  But, that's not going to happen.  He has been drinking and doping again (after 50 days clean and sober this time) and has moved back to his mother's house.  I at this point really don't know how I even feel about it.  I am too exhausted to really feel anything.

I guess maybe I have rocks in my head, too.  I just wish someone had told me not to put them there!