When my son was about 2.5 he came to me frantic one after noon, waving his hands around and screaming "thatswhyIputastacioupmynose" over and over. Freaked me right out, but I calmed him down and tried to look up his nose and see the pistacio. I couldn't.
So, I called jim at work and had him come home and take us to the ER. Once there, they tried about a half dozen times in various ways to get the nut out my kids nose, to no avail. So then they try this angioplasty thing.... a long tube with a balloon on the end. The plan was to stick it up his nose past the nut, inflate it, and drag it back down. They get it up there, inflate it, and POP it inside my childs nose. Unreal. So they need a new one to try again but don't have any, have to go somewhere else in the hospital to find one. While we're waiting, doc gets antsy and decides he'd just try to do it manually with really sharp pointy hemostats. Fuck that doc! We stopped him. Eventually then did come up with a new balloon thing, and did manage to extract the object acording to plan. Turns out it was actually a large pistacio shell, not the nut.
The boy handled all of this like a champ I must say. Much better than I would have.
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