Here's a multiple choice quiz for you.
On Donna's first full day with a car, she:
A) got a massage;
B) drove all the way out to the Dead Sea, just to say she'd been;
C) went to a great restaurant, all by herself, for lunch;
D) took Ainsley to the emergency room.
Yep, you're right. I found my way, all by my lonesome, to the Arab Medical Center ER, where I spent the morning waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more, for an ENT to appear in order to pull something unidentifiable out of my darling daughter's nose.
She's been stinking a bit - we've taken to calling her "dog breath" - and I've been scrubbing away at her teeth, checking for cavities, to no avail. So I googled "stinky toddler breath," and came up with "foreign body in nose."
So it was that I found myself in the hospital. Let's recap, shall we? We've been in hospitals in the U.S. (California. Pennsylvania. Seattle. New York. Virginia. D.C.). In Moscow. In Finland. In London. In Armenia. In Kazakhstan. In Beijing. In Hong Kong. And now in Amman, Jordan. I'm going to go ahead and send away for my honorary medical degree today, I think. (Funny aside: When Aidan was in Children's Hospital, I spent days listening to doctors make the rounds and give his history to one another. So one day, when a new doc came in, I just started in with the history. I guess I threw out so many medical terms that he got confused. "Who are you?" he asked me, the mother. He thought I was a new doctor. I'm that good.)
So yes. "Foreign body in nose" was today's diagnosis. It's unclear what, exactly, this particular foreign body was, because it was pretty far gone. Disgusting, revolting - you choose the adjective. It's out now. And we're home.