Jim Walsh gives me the shivers once again and reminds me of my own something stuck up my nose story.

i was about 3 or 4, and had pulled a button off an itty-bitty baby sweater. for fun i decided to shove the button up my nose, take it out, then shove it up the nose of this giant plastic piggy bank, that was an acutal pig with the snout and all.

this was great gobs of fun for awhile, until i shoved the button up too far and couldn’t get it out of my nose. i went to my mom to tell her of the thing stuck up my nose and she tried to get it out. she tried to have me blow it out, but instead i inhaled deeply lodging it further up my nasal cavity. eventually we went to the emergency room for the buttonectomy.

i don’t remember too much about the whole procedure. mostly i remember how much fun it was taking the button out of my nose and putting it into the pig’s nose. i do remember that after the button was safely removed, they forgot to lower the chair and i fell off and hit my face on the floor, leaving sans button but with a giant fat lip.