[Editor's Note: If you are a bit, squeamish, brace yourself.]
Growing up, we had family friends, the Jones. They lived on the other side of the town. Not "the other side of town". "The other side of THE town". We lived about 2.5 miles southwest of town. They lived about the same distance northeast of town. They had 3 kids that lined up in ages & genders with us, and our dad's went to high school together. That said, we didn't really hang as families a whole lot.
One time, we were over there, I'm guessing I was somewhere around 6th or 7th grade, this happened.
I was walking through the living room, on their nice, brown shag carpeting when I sudden felt a stabbing pain; like a needle had had just lanced the little toe on my right foot.
That was because the eldest daughter had been doing some sewing in the living room earlier, and must have lost a straight pin.
And, to be helpful, the head must have caught in the shag carpet because it snapped off.
Just so we are all clear, there is now a straight pin, broken off in my little toe. Needless to say, I screamed. A lot.
They laid me down on the couch, and the dad, Jim, found a pair of pliers for my dad to use to try to pull it out. I thought I was in pain before, but the muscles in my little toe must have been enjoying the pain, because they clamped around that needle and wouldn't let got. I fully expected to see my little toe come off as my father tugged and pulled and twisted and yanked on the pin to no avail.
And to this day, it's still in there…
Nah, they rushed me up to the hospital ER (my only trip that I recall), and the
vet doctor on call said that there were two options to relax the muscles so that the pin could be extracted, spray or a shot. I begged for the spray, considering that there was already one too many needles in my big toe as was, and didn't really need to have any more in there. The doctor said that the spray rarely worked, so he was going to go with the shot, anyway. (Then why give me the option, you fargin bastage!)
The doctor then pulled out a 37" long hypodermic needle that they must use to inject things into the heart of bull elephants or something. "Hold still, " he says. RIIIIGHT! It took 3 people to hold me down. Right up to the point that that harpoon was an inch from my toe.
I froze. Petrified.
Bang-boom-zip - Shot goes in. Muscles relax. Pin pulls out easy-as-you-please.
Should have had the stupid thing mounted.
And guess what happened the VERY NEXT TIME I WAS OVER THERE…