I do want to thank everyone for their kinds words on the anniversary of my godson's death. I appreciate all the thoughts.
My son got hurt in school on Tuesday. His "friend" threw him a hat and the little darling it belonged to decided to slam my boy to the ground, then pounded him in the ear twice just for fun. Well, doing that, he ruptured my son's eardrum. We have to wait three weeks to find out if he'll need yet another surgery to repair the damage. He's also lost some of the hearing in that ear thanks to the little mutant. What is wrong with kids? Of course, nobody at the school saw it happen. Why would they? The top dog there has already come out and said I'm just a troublemaker. Now, if my son had ruptured the brat's eardrum, he'd be in jail now and I'd be hauled in, too.
While we were at the ENT (Ear, Nose and Throat) specialist, he was checking out T's nose since it was bleeding from being slammed to the ground and found three broken blood vessels. They had to be cauterized. What a nightmare! T tried to be brave, but it hurt like crazy. I couldn't watch after the first one. It was too horrific.
Now the battle will begin today to get the parents to take responsibility for what happened. I don't want to deal with lawyers.
All the stress of that day set off a horrid migraine and I spent almost the entire day in bed yesterday in the dark. It was 9:30 p.m. before I was able to really move around, so I missed the first half of the new season premiere of Ghost Hunters. Another thing to curse the brat for!
Labels: hospitals, migraines, mutant brats, school problems