So far, no fingers have fallen off and I don’t think there is any internal bleeding. It actually feels and looks really good. I still have this urge to break out my sewing kit though.
Another yucky but cool experience:
A few years ago, my grandma had a tumor removed from her head. After she was released from the hospital, she started to have horrible sinus headaches. One day, while visiting my grandma, she sneezed a few times the pulled - I kid you not - a blood clot out of her nose that was as big around as my thumb and as long as my middle finger! It was really disgusting, but damn it was cool!
As a lad in my early 20’s, I had a monster of a zit/boil on my nose, right over one of my nostrils. It finally got so bad, that I went into the bathroom at work and lanced it, then squeezed the hell out of it. My eyes were watering, and I was dying from the pain! What should pop out, but a hair! I pinched the end of it and pulled it out. That felt yucky and cool at the same time! I guess I had a hair get ingrown in my nostril, cause a pimple so bad that I could see it on the outside of my nose too. It hurt like hell.
I have a nasty blood clot story for ya. I got nosebleeds every day the first time I was pregnant. When I was about 7 1/2 months pregnant I sneezed so hard that I popped a blood vessel in my nose. The blood vessel was at the back of my nose where the nose curves into the throat so the blood would clot and because it was on that curve it had nothing to glob onto so it would slide down my throat and I would have to spit it out. I was spitting out clots about 2 inches wide and 6 inches long. I was leaning over the bathroom sink for about 15 minutes before the ambulance got there and blood was running out my nose and I was spitting these huge clots into the sink. It was really gross! The blood clots felt kind of cool going down my throat though… not so cool when I had to swallow one because the EMT’s where holding my head back and putting ice on my forehead. Now that was gross!
The first time I had heart surgery, my mom was really worried about the scar. She convinced the surgeon that it would be very important to make the scar (which runs from my neck down to the bottom of my rib cage) as unobtrusive as possible. Instead of using the normal stitches or staples, they put in a continuous subcutaneous stitch, and taped the skin.
This means that when I woke up, I had what looked like about 45 short strips of packing tape across my incision, and at the top and bottom, there was a short piece of knotted nylon thread hanging loose. A few weeks later, when the skin had healed over and all the tape had fallen off, it was time to take out the subcutaneous stitch. Do you remember that cool stitch they used to use on sugar, fertilizer, and dog food bags? Where you’d pull on opposite ends of the thread and it would just unravel? That’s exactly what the surgeon used. The nurse pulled on both threads at the same time, and zzziiiip! It unraveled under my skin and pulled free. The threads, once they were unraveled and pulled straight, were about two feet long each.
That was one of the strangest sensations I’ve ever felt. It didn’t even hurt a little bit, but it was, well, disorienting.
Well, I guess I am gross then. Every now and then I’ll get a nosebleed, and the first time it happened I didn’t know to put pressure on it, so I just kept holding toilet paper under my nose to catch it. It poured out, I kid you not. Incidentally, this was in elementary school, and more than one student and teacher entered and left the bathroom, seeing me standing at the sink bleeding, and did nothing. Finally I had to ask someone to go get a teacher, because this sucker wasn’t going to stop bleeding.
But the point of this story is, I prefer to tilt my head back and swallow the blood, rather than have it come out my nose. It never occurred to me to spit it out.
When my daughter was about four years old, I had her tested for hearing loss in her left ear. She would always tilt her head so her right ear faced the person who was talking to her.
When they looked in her ear, they found the tip of a pencil eraser jammed in as far as it would go. Evidentally, she had stuck it in her ear (you know how kids are) and couldn’t get it out. Thinking back at how long she had a hard time hearing in that ear, it had to have been there for months, if not a year.
When the doctor pulled it out, it was shaped like a ball and was covered with orange, yellow, and dark brownish-red fuzz.
I once fell down on some broken glass and got some nasty scratches on my leg. They healed leaving small triangular white scars. Some months later one of them itched and itched and itched, and I scratched the scar and it started bleeding. Lo and behold, a nice little chunk of glass the size of a large pea presented itself.
Bob spoke!! (come back to the island Bob - I didnt mean to hurt your feelings!)
Diane, you actually made me gag with some of that!!
My contribution:
My mom as a teen fell on her knee on her way to a dance. Some of the gravel bits are still discernable under the skin. She went to the dance though, limping
My dad had a major car wreck as a teen (probably around the time I was conceived) and he smashed his chin on the steering wheel. It was split to the bone, with glass bits and stuff in it, his Kirk Douglas dimple forever ruined…
This being the boonies in the sixties, they cleaned it some, and stitched it up.
Fast forward FIFTEEN years! He is picking as a speck in his scar and pulls out some of the surgical thread <gag>
Back in Gr. 8 I had to take a sewing class, which in and of it’s self is no big deal. Problem is though I tend to be a bit of a klutz. The needle in the sewing machine jammed up (I will admit I was goofing off) and I was trying to untangle it. Unfortunately I forgot about the foot pedal. Whoops! I put the needle through my finger nail twice. The second time through, though, I quickly withdrew my hand, and broke the needle leaving 3/8 of in. It was broken fairly close to the nail so I couldn’t pull it out with my fingers. I needed to use my teeth. Uggh.
As for how it felt coming out? A heck of a lot better than it did going in.
I’ve snorked many a frosty beverage while reading before, but this marks the first time I have ever shot chewed up bits of ice out of my nose. Most of it, anyway. The rest is still in there, freezing my brains.
We had an English Bull for most of my childhood. One day I noticed a string hanging out of his butt so I made my brother pull it out. The more he pulled, the more Hymie puckered his butt. It was almost a foot long!!! WTF!?!?
