01-14-2004, 07:14 PM
When I was five my nose itched and I thought it would be cleaner if I used my pencil to scratch it than my finger. The eraser came off entirely and I couldn't blow it out. For about 2 months, my mother kept bringing me to the doctor and I remember taking everything from cough syrup to penicillin until the doctor thought I might have pneumonia. They even took xrays of my chest and tested me for asthma.
Until finally one day, the doctor took these really long tweezers that kind of bent at the end and pulled out the eraser.
The answer to the question, as to why I wouldn't just tell my mom I had an eraser stuck up my right nostril, I was scared she would yell at me. I stand by my decision to withhold the truth to this day.
Until finally one day, the doctor took these really long tweezers that kind of bent at the end and pulled out the eraser.
The answer to the question, as to why I wouldn't just tell my mom I had an eraser stuck up my right nostril, I was scared she would yell at me. I stand by my decision to withhold the truth to this day.
<center> ![[Image: cdih3.jpg]](http://www.photobucket.com/albums/1003/silera/cdih3.jpg)
...like that cut on the roof of your mouth
that would go away if you'd stop tonguing it,
but you can't.</center>
![[Image: cdih3.jpg]](http://www.photobucket.com/albums/1003/silera/cdih3.jpg)
...like that cut on the roof of your mouth
that would go away if you'd stop tonguing it,
but you can't.</center>