The Summer after my Sophomore year at SUU I worked my first year as a stitcher for the Utah Shakespearean Festival. It was amazing! I was working with professionals in my field of choice, and learning so much from them. The best part was that I was also working with my bestie Jared.
(I’m on the right)
Jared was, and still is, AMAZING! His design sketches were works of art, and the costumes he made….sigh!
I vividly remember watching him one day during the build of a show. He was at his machine, designers baby on one knee, sewing like a bat out of H3!! . He prided himself on the number of pins he didn’t use. He could do anything, beautifully….without pinning!
For a long time I tried to be like him. Scant on the pins. Worked OK for some costumes, not so good on others.
That was 20 years ago and things have changed significantly! I no longer sport a permed 80’s coif, either does Jared, and I love pins! I buy the pretty ones with the girly colored pearl heads. They hold everything in place so neatly.
That is, I loved them…… UNTIL……THE EVENT!!!
Last night, while innocently Tweeting and pinning a skirt, I stuck a pin in my mouth for a second….well, I was going to stick it in my mouth when it jumped down my throat! SERIOUSLY!!
It happened SO fast, and then it was gone. I swallowed a pin! Me. A 40 year old woman of 6 kids that is always yelling “Don’t put that in your mouth! You might swallow it and then we’d have to take you to the hospital!”
I didn’t want to go to the hospital! Everyone said I should…pooh. We went to the Emergency Room.
Lucky for me it was a fairly slow night there. We got right in. We had lots of attention (most of them couldn’t figure out how you swallow a pin).
Had X-rays. Found the pin in my stomach. They called me out to see the X-ray. I didn’t realize that you could see my underwire, hooks on my bra, rivets, and zipper. I got a kick out of it!
So, I’m thinking that they are going to tell me to go home, and let things work…themselves…out.
The ER Doc called the GI. The GI wanted to go in after it
……………Doh……………….. So they needed to do a Lavage to clear out my stomach. Lavage.
such a pretty sounding word? Lavage… like Massage.
Note: these two words have nothing in common.
If you don’t know what an NG tube is, and have never had one put in…be glad. The Nurse tried to warn me that it was the worst thing that they have to do in the ER.
This is what it is like, but with coughing and gagging.
The Lavage is pumping water in through the tube, and then sucking everything back out.
The GI arrived and I was taken for a scope.
(This is the happy part of the story)
They Gave Me Sleepy-Happy meds!
When I woke up they told me………………………..
They didn’t find the pin. Boo!
I was sent home to hopefully…… work things out on my own (sorry)
I get to go and have a couple more X-rays to make sure it is moving along. If not, or if it pokes or tears anything…..surgery. Bleh!
The moral of this very long story is
Don’t Put Pins in Your Mouth!