I have a talent to confess. I can take a standard ball chain, (like the ones used on ceiling fan pulls and dog-tags), stuff it up one nostril and pull the thing through my mouth. I can tug it back and forth, this chain through my face. I think it’s a gift… Regardless, it made me a few bucks in college and to this day continues to gross out and amaze those close to me when performed. I’m hardly a sword-swallower, fire-eater or master juggler, but I have this one trick and I like it.
There just might be a side effect with this unusual talent: I think I have chicken stuck in my head. No, not real chicken‚Äì the veggie stuff. I think there must be extra space up in my sinuses and I have sucked some of my dinner up there. It feels like the biggest booger in the world is stuck in some purgatorial mezzanine between my nose and throat. I can’t blow it out. I can’t cough it out… It’s stuck.
It’s gross. I know. Teenage boys make less noise hacking up snot than I’m attempting to tonight.
I haven’t tried sneezing yet, but I’m getting desperate…
If wondering how it got up there in the first place, I was attempting to block a choke that was underway whilst having dinner. I succeeding in keeping it out of my windpipe, but managed to inhale it the other direction. You’d think I’d have this eating thing down by my 30s…
Anyway, that’s your post for today. It ain’t pretty, is it?
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