In 1996 I had a wisdom tooth removed and a wee bit of bone somehow got stuck under the skin. About the size of a pin head. Both myself and dentists could feel it with fingers and see the little lump it made, but everyone was in agreement that there was no sense in tearing my mouth apart again for a little fragment.
Every so often it would get irritated by food or chewing or the weather or whatever and get a bit closer to the surface and bug me. I tried to dig it out myself, but that always ended badly.
Until tonight.
It was a bit irritated and sore and itchy, so I played with it a bit with my fingernail. And the little bugger came out! Now it totally doesn’t hurt, although I do have a tiny flap of skin over a slightly raw area where it was.
Sadly, though, I swallowed it before I was able to see it. Damn, I was curious too.
But, holy crap! 9 years later, the bone bit comes free!
This was only interesting to me. Feel free to ignore entirely or add your own minutia to this thread, whatever your pleasure.
About a year and a half ago now, I went in to get a horribly deviated septum corrected (it was pretty far up there; my nose now looks the same as it always did).
Perhaps TMI:
[spoiler]After the surgery I had huge problems with massive crusting happening far back in my nostrils. I flushed things out with saline, but things would often solidify to a rather gemlike consistency, so I had to gently, yet firmly pull them out. One particularly stubborn bit turned out to be a piece of my turbinate. My ENT took a look and said that it was all right though.
Still, I pulled off a piece of myself with a tweezer. I got to keep it, though, until I had it looked at so they could see if it really was bone.[/spoiler]
So that was pretty neat.
If anyone read the “spoiler,” I could go into more detail if you’d like
My Brother’s hand started itching and got all red and puffy around his second knuckle several years ago. It was getting pretty uncomfortable for him and whilst examining the area noticed there was somekind of hard object about a half inch long that he could feel floating between his skin and knuckle bone in the inflamed area. He got a knife, some pins, and tweezers and commenced a probing. After a bit of slicing and dicing he pulled out a long spiny chunk of what appeared to be cartilage.
He cleaned it off and started examining it to see what it might be. It slowly dawned on him that it looked like a fish’s spiny-fin. He then recalled how several years prior he had been fishing and had thrown a sheephead (a type of junk fish) in midair and punched it out of frustration. He remembered that his hand had bled for a while on that knuckle but he couldn’t find a wound and it didn’t hurt. He forgot all about it after that and had no pain or irritation up until then.
He had a piece of fish lodged in his hand all those years…
Years ago, when dinosaurs ruled the Earth, Uncle Jack came to dinner.
Jack had lost both feet during The War. Still he was in good health ‘considering.’ At the table I saw a spot of blood appear on his old-fashioned starched white shirt. It got bigger and bigger.
I guess I was staring and Aunt Julianne caught on as to what was happening. They excused themselves and came back a half hour later with a bit of Japanese shrapnel. He apologized to my Mom and Dad. He said it didn’t hurt nearly as much coming out as going it.
A couple years back MrsB had the same procedure as inkleberry, with the same result, (just add on drysocket!) but when her little bit of bone worked it’s way to the gumline after a month I performed oral surgery on the missus with an exacto and needle nose pliers. And she was happy!
When my brother was in high school, a friend of his was in a car accident. He went to see his buddy in the hospital. While he was there, the friend picked his nose, and a big piece of glass came out.
So i’m the nasty one for wearing a pair of jeans two times without washing them while you are performing your own dental surgery with your fingernails and eating whatever you manage to extract out of your mouth? I need to lie down.
When I was a teenager, I stepped on some broken glass and, although I didn’t realize it at the time, a piece was lodged in my foot. I soon figured it out, though, because every few months my heel would start bleeding. I kept trying to get the glass out but wasn’t able to until about four years later.
I have a similar story, but more on the disappointing side.
One of my wisdom teeth(technically I already had all my wisdom teeth in, and two of them removed when another set came in so nobody knows exactly what kind of tooth it was) was a really deformed and pathetic thing in the back of my mouth. It was kind of rounded and smooth on top. But one of my wierd little habbits was to rub my tongue over it cause it felt cool. Then one morning I woke up and started feeling for it. And it was gone. Well not gone, but appartently the rounded top was a little bubble shell, that I broke at some point not knowing it. Now it just feels wrong, my little smooth tooth is now sharp and pokey on my tongue.
My mother told me that she put a pea in her ear when she was five or six and it rolled out when she was seventeen. I’ve never believed her until now.
I’ve carried around a bit of a 1951 Christmas tree just under the skin at the base of the thumb on my left hand. It doesn’t hurt and I’m very sentimentally attached to it.
Hell, yes.
There are three of the damn things, or six if there is one for each nostril.
How large was it? Did it bleed? Is that the thing the martial arts guys drive through your brain?
Well not gone, but appartently the rounded top was a little bubble shell, that I broke at some point not knowing it. Now it just feels wrong, my little smooth tooth is now sharp and pokey on my tongue.