The Swallowing pt. 1

I have a bad habit of putting things in my mouth. I guess I never got over my toddler teething phase. This habit has caused me more problems than it should, including swallowing multiple objects that could be life threatening. This is but one of those stories.

On a normal day in the first grade I was chilling out at school, working on some kind of art project. Something in this project had to be stapled, so each table had a stapler on it. In an attempt to be a first grade super pimp, I decided to show off for this girl who was sitting at my table.

"You dare me to swallow this staple?" I asked. She egged me on. "You wont do it. You're probably afraid."

Without saying another word I put a staple in my mouth and swallowed it. "You're just hiding it under you're tongue," she said. To prove her wrong I opened my mouth wide and raised my tongue so she could see underneath. When she realized that I had indeed swallowed said staple her eyes widened and she ran to the teacher and told her.

I spent the rest of the day in the hospital with my mom trying to explain to her, and a doctor, why I swallowed a staple. They took X-Rays (which was awesome) and considered some kind of surgery, but decided to, ahem, let it "pass."

I wish I could say this was the only time I have ever visited a hospital for swallowing a sharp metal object. The next one was worse.