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Shared on Fri, 01/04/2008 - 11:55Enough of the serious stuff for a little while...
With tomorrow being my birthday, I got to doing a little reminiscing last night as I tossed and turned trying to get to sleep. To only be 32 years old I have certainly lived a full life.
My initial thought was to lay out the story of my body's love/hate relationship with that wonderful white substance known as sugar. But that is such a long story (along with all the substories of my crazy shenanigans while high on that white substance) that I will reserve it for another day. Instead I will go into some minor detail of the other bane of my childhood- allergies.
I had horrible nasal allergies while growing up. Always snotty and always rubbing my nose. Sometime around the age of 4 I figured out I could get some relief from those allergies by sticking my finger up my nose. No great revelation there. Everyone that age comes to the realization that the index finger is the perfect length, shape, and size to fit neatly within the nasal passages. The difference is that not only was I an intelligent little bugger, I was quite industrious. It was soon after I discovered the finger up the nose trick that I also discovered that other items could easily be shoved up your nose. This was a Columbusesque discovery for me. Other items could be stuck up there and remain there without me being caught with my finger up my nose. In addition to this, these items, when placed in the nostril one after another, could go to lengths never imaginable with the index finger alone. A great discovery for me. Not so much for my parents. In the time frame of roughly ages 4-8 I stuck the following items (including amount) up my nose:
3 dimes
22 raisins (emergency room visit) Multiple attempts with raisins
2 quarters (resulting in a bloody nose)
a crayon
a pencil
41 popcorn kernels (emergency room visit) Multiple attempts with popcorn
3 G.I. Joe arms
2 G.I. Joe legs
3 Star Wars figure arms
3 Q-tips
17 broken uncooked spaghetti noodles
2 spoons- the end you hold, not the end you eat with
11 peanuts (thankfully unsalted)
These are strictly the stories that have been recounted to me. I do remember both the raisin and popcorn incidents as they resulted in trips to the hospital. Some of the others I vaguely remember. Most I do not. I am sure there were many other times and many other items that ended up going up my nose. I'm sure at some point in time I probably poked my brain with something that went up my nose. Another gun in my wife's arsenal of "What happened to you when you were a kid?" line of questions.
With tomorrow being my birthday, I got to doing a little reminiscing last night as I tossed and turned trying to get to sleep. To only be 32 years old I have certainly lived a full life.
My initial thought was to lay out the story of my body's love/hate relationship with that wonderful white substance known as sugar. But that is such a long story (along with all the substories of my crazy shenanigans while high on that white substance) that I will reserve it for another day. Instead I will go into some minor detail of the other bane of my childhood- allergies.
I had horrible nasal allergies while growing up. Always snotty and always rubbing my nose. Sometime around the age of 4 I figured out I could get some relief from those allergies by sticking my finger up my nose. No great revelation there. Everyone that age comes to the realization that the index finger is the perfect length, shape, and size to fit neatly within the nasal passages. The difference is that not only was I an intelligent little bugger, I was quite industrious. It was soon after I discovered the finger up the nose trick that I also discovered that other items could easily be shoved up your nose. This was a Columbusesque discovery for me. Other items could be stuck up there and remain there without me being caught with my finger up my nose. In addition to this, these items, when placed in the nostril one after another, could go to lengths never imaginable with the index finger alone. A great discovery for me. Not so much for my parents. In the time frame of roughly ages 4-8 I stuck the following items (including amount) up my nose:
3 dimes
22 raisins (emergency room visit) Multiple attempts with raisins
2 quarters (resulting in a bloody nose)
a crayon
a pencil
41 popcorn kernels (emergency room visit) Multiple attempts with popcorn
3 G.I. Joe arms
2 G.I. Joe legs
3 Star Wars figure arms
3 Q-tips
17 broken uncooked spaghetti noodles
2 spoons- the end you hold, not the end you eat with
11 peanuts (thankfully unsalted)
These are strictly the stories that have been recounted to me. I do remember both the raisin and popcorn incidents as they resulted in trips to the hospital. Some of the others I vaguely remember. Most I do not. I am sure there were many other times and many other items that ended up going up my nose. I'm sure at some point in time I probably poked my brain with something that went up my nose. Another gun in my wife's arsenal of "What happened to you when you were a kid?" line of questions.
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Submitted by Devonsangel on Fri, 01/04/2008 - 12:29