Article in the Toronto Star today (I’m sorry, I’m still looking for it online).
Newspaper: “Small child plus small foreign object equals a trip to the ER–child sticks toy car wheels up his nose” (with adorable picture)
Me: :eek: :smack: :rolleyes: 
Now, I admit I’ve never been adventurous enough to stick a toy car wheel up there, but I did try a quarter and a crayon once…
What about the rest of you Dopers?
A little over a year ago, my then three year old daughter was sitting in the living and looked at me and said “Uh Oh, I stuck a bead too far up my nose.” I got a flashlight and sure enough, she had smuggled a bead from day-care and shoved it in really well. We got in the car and went to the emergency room. Just because emergency rooms are what they are and a bed up the nose isn’t a critical case, we got to sit there for over three hours. At one point, my daughter was asking my why other people where there and I told her that other people do silly things like stick beads up their nose as well.
We finally got to see the doctor and, after they found the right tool, the extraction only took a few seconds. As we were leaving the room, nurses wheeled out this really old man on a bed with tubes coming out all over. My daughter took a look at him and “Daddy, that old man must have stuck a really big bead up his nose!”
A tic tac when I was four or five. It was tingly.
Apparently, at age 2 I stuck a lollipop stick up my nose, which resulted in an e.r. visit. Since I cannot remember this actually having happened I like to believe it’s slander.
I once stuck a lego up my nose, one of those one space legos. I only slightly remember it, so I was probably 3 or 4. I remember going to the hospital, and sitting on one of those exam beds with the roll out paper. At least I think it was the hospital, it could have been the doctor’s office. The doctor I was going to at the time had his office at the hospital.
I never stuck anything up my nose (being the smart one in the family and all) but my daughter (sigh) stuck a piece of a spongy chalkboard eraser up her nose once. It was days before we discovered it…we thought she just had a horrible cold, with a smelly, drippy nose that just wasn’t getting better.
This was probably the moment I realized that my marriage was headed for problems, as my then-husband kept pushing our daughter away because her breath smelled bad. He was such a jerk about it…not concerned about her health at all. Something in me died that day. Of course, it smelled like something had died inside my daughter’s nose, too! I think she was maybe 18 months old at the time, so she has no explanation as to why she did it. But she hasn’t done it since!
Mom was rifling through dried beans to make sure all of them looked ok. I was 3 at the time, and I vaguely remember that a big deal was made of my having stuck one of them up my nose.
I, up until the age of about twelve (and much to my mother’s disgust), liked to shove those flavored coffee beans you can buy at grocery stores up my nose because they smelled good. The only reason I stopped was because I got one stuck too far up one time and my dad had to perform minor surgery (he’s a nurse - or at least he used to be) to get it out. No more shoving things up my nose.
~Tasha
My finger?
Plum pit. I have no idea how I managed that; I remember I was put out because my mom was paying attention to my sister, and I wanted attention, dammit! :rolleyes: I still have very, very vivid memories of the ER doc leaning over me with one of those big round forehead mirrors and a pair of tweezers- every tv/movie scene where they show the little grey aliens leaning over people while they’re paralyzed shoots me right back to that moment.
A toy car wheel, or at least, the tyre.
A snail shell. Twice. And once in my ear.
Don’t know what the fascination was, but they must have been just the right size…
Luckily my Dad was a technician and had forceps…
A shirt button.
Went to the emergency room - I recall them taking a look and describing it as “resting on top of my lip” which I found interesting.
They were about to admit me for a “procedure” to remove it, when I sneezed it out.
My mom kept the button taped to the emergency room bill ($10.00 - just to let you know how long ago it was!)
You do know that it isn’t just children, link .
The Holy Grail, a bullet I found in Dealy Plaza and Jimmy Hoffa.
I stuck a lit sparkler up my nose when I was about 9 or 10.
When I was 3 or 4 I sniffed a corn kernel up my nose. I was sitting at the dinner table. My parents were watching me play with a corn kernel. Then they watched me put the kernel in my nostril. They didn’t say or do anything sudden, just came over to me to remove it when I sniffed it right up.
They called the doctor who told them to bring me into his office. He examined me and puzzled for a moment on how he was going to get it out when he struck upon an idea. His office had two huge fish tanks. He took the motor out of one of them and used it and a tube that was in the tank to suck out the kernel. As my parents tell me this story, he didn’t even charge them.
Of course I don’t remember any of it.
So cute! And you sound like a good dad; my father is scared of hospitals and would do anything to not have to take any of us in.
I put one of the round pink chewable vitamin pills in my nose but I’m a chickenshit so I immediately panicked and blew it out. Waste not, want not, so I went ahead and ate it as usual.
I stuck a cheerio in my nose at Disneyworld, I’ve been told. Apparently, we had to go to the clinic there to get it taken out.
<sigh> I love that thread. I think it’s my all time favorite.