"Deadspin’s Christmas Day tradition returns. It is time to sound the depths of the U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission’s database of emergency room visits. Below are the strangest, most awkwardly shaped, and least pleasant objects that America has shoved into its various holes. God bless us, everyone.
As always, objects are sorted by orifice, working south:"
It could have been the handle of a small broom or a sawed-off portion of one, and the whole thing got lost inside. Or it could have had things attached to it for “stimulation” purposes.
A friend who spent more than 30 years as an ER nurse (she’s now taken her PhD and moved into teaching) used to share stories of the unusual things people had “up there”. She said the commonest excuse was “I just sat on the couch without looking!” As if people normally sit down, naked, in the dark, with sufficient force to embed deeply enough to be beyond retrieval such items as: hair brushes, cucumbers and other fruits and vegetables, soda bottles and cans, items of statuary, mechanic’s tools, and variously shaped wooden objects of other intended uses. These insertions were observed in both males and females, and were found both anally and vaginally.
But the one that cracked me up (no pun intended) was a woman who had sufficient stretch to her vagina, and sufficient motivation, as to shove her item so far that it was no longer visible from the outside. And apparently she hesitated for at least a day before the discomfort drove her to seek help. I totally broke up at my friend’s deadpan speaking of the simple words “jelly jar”. In fact, I’m chuckling now.
I never could understand that “foreign object in vagina” thing, unless it was up there long enough that it got stuck (which is possible) or she had some kind of internal prolapse and couldn’t find it.
There’s a reason why pharmacists tell patients to unwrap suppositories before inserting them, BTW.
I love that you included the specific type of squash. The fact that you recall the details of butternut vs. spaghetti vs. another possible variety would make me tip my hat to you, doctor, if indeed I was wearing one.
Unfortunately, I sat upon it last night in the dark and, uhm, am considering a face-down-back-of-van ride myself.