Your arms aren’t long enough? Are you a Tyrannosaurus Rex or something?
When I had this done back in '03 the doc stuffed some antibiotic-laced sponges up there along with a silicone tube in each so I could breathe. Like yours, it dripped a lot too. We taped a piece of gauze underneath my nostrils to collect the drippings. This was shortly after Christmas during my senior year in college. Lying on the couch watching 007 movie marathons while sopping up crud from my packed nostrils is an experience, let me tell you.
When the ENT took them out after the prescribed 72 hours or so, he also removed several chunks of clot-ridden mucus that were about an inch-and-a-half long and a centimeter wide. They resembled strips of very dark raw fish. I suspect they had built up between my turbinates. I was impressed by just how much stuff fit in my nasal cavity. And there’s nothing quite like the sensation of having something so large adhering to your nasal mucosa being simply peeled off. It didn’t hurt, since he’d sprayed some kind of numbing agent into my nostrils beforehand (can you spray lidocaine?). I provided counter-tension by pulling my head back as he pulled at the clots.
I was then given several 1L bottles of normal saline and a 60mL syringe with which to flush my nostrils periodically. Using the syringe made it feel like I was being FORCED to snort back a loogie, and the way some of the saline came back out of my other nostril was the coolest thing. I kept this up for the next couple of weeks. While they never reached the size of the things my ENT pulled out of there, they were still impressive compared to the size of my conventional boogers. With the small amount of blood in each they were very sticky; some of them wouldn’t wash out so I had to gently tug them out with a tweezer. The crystalline quality they had was unique–like amber, but with little wisps of maroon.
This experience gave me a whole new respect for my nasal cavity. But the most practical lesson was that you really do have to dig deep to find anything interesting. 
No, just fat, thanks.
Joe
Expect your friend count to dramatically increase soon.
Do you know what IBS is?:smack:
None of this kind of qualifying for me - I worked in both a brothel and for a pimp. Oh, sorry, I mean “massage parlour” and “escort service”. Didn’t do either for very long though, it’s not like I left school always wanting to sell my arse.
I used to be prone to nosebleeds in the wintertime – all that dry air, I guess.
Once I was struck with a pretty bad one at work (I worked in a clothing store as a salesman back then). I couldn’t work the sales floor with a blood-soaked paper towel clutched to my face, so I was sitting in the back room with a wad of paper toweling wedged in my nose and my head tilted back, waiting for the gore to stop. After about ten minutes of pressure, I decided to check to see if it was safe for democracy up there. I slowly tugged on the paper that I’d plugged my nostril with, and I realized I could feel something moving way up at the top of my nasal cavity. I slowly pulled the plug of paper toweling out of my nose and stared in horrified fascination as a partially clotted, arterially red, glistening slug of blood (and I guess mucus) crawled out of my face. It was about the size of a vienna sausage and had a consistency in between a warmed gummi bear and Jell-O. I flushed it and waited for signs of additional bleeding; none were forthcoming, so I returned to the front of the store, where I immediately sold someone a dark red, glossy silk necktie. I’m sure the customer was wondering why I kept staring at his tie.
Duh, why else would we want to be her friend? :rolleyes:
I am in love with this word.
For that matter, some of the folks in this thread should really just jump straight to Preparation H wipes as a preemptive strike.
Nothing! Not a goddamn thing. Can you believe it?
That’s some funny shit right there.
And no, you didn’t. Despite all the hints we tried dropping for MissMossie.
Although I do suspect attendence will be higher at the next one.
Awwwww. 
We still love you, dude.
But I doubt you’ll be left alone with the flatware by anyone here anytime soon.
Well… it stands for “Intramural Butt Sex.”
doesn’t it?
:smack: Sorry.
So… you ate it? Eww!
ARGH!!! I can’t resist! Here is an email written by a teammate after a weekend rugby trip three years ago.
And that was just one weekend!
Santo - I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you more.
Well, I showered on Tuesday, but I don’t have any wet naps. Plus, I’m on a diet, so at least a couple of those stories don’t apply any more. At least, the ones having to do with my eating and evacuation habits.
But those were the bits I found the most attractive!
I rather enjoy picking my nose when no one is looking.
I’ve never had an orgasm, though not for lack of trying. (At least, if I have then they are much less exciting than hoped)