Yesterday morning, Jensen somehow managed to stab himself in the head with a finely sharpened #2 pencil. An older sibling was blamed because she raised a pen in the air menacingly and what could a boy do but defend himself.
Except that he missed the sister and ended up with pencil lead embedded in his own temple. Giving credence to my mantra, “YOU COULD LOSE AN EYE THAT WAY!”
My mother would be so proud.
Of course the usual tweezers were dispensed, followed by a sanitized sewing needle, but sadly the stubborn pencil point would not budge. As you might imagine, Fiddledaddy googled {pencil lead stuck in head} and the results weren’t pretty.
We considered another trip to Urgent Care, but really, it’s embarrassing at this point. You just know that the staff there would have no choice but to openly discuss our obvious house of horrors.
So we made an appointment to see Jensen’s beloved dermatologist the next morning.
As luck would have it, the preferred parent requested to escort young Jensen to the doctor’s office was Fiddledaddy. Ordinarily I would say that he fares far better in emergency situations than I do. However, this particular debacle got under his skin, and I took the uncustomary role as chief comforter and all around cool cucumber.
Shocking, considering all THE HORMONAL. Needless to say, I was happy to stay home and hold down the fort.
When all was said and done I received a phone call wherein the patient was promised an ice cream cone and a new set of plastic dinosaurs for enduring A SHOT to the head, to deaden the area so the pencil lead could be removed.
When a SECOND SHOT to the head was required to deaden the area for the cauterization which was to follow, I’m pretty sure that the child was promised a REAL dinosaur.
From now on, the children will be scribing their work with the use of pastel chalk.
What could go wrong…
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Oh my! Glad it came out okay, but that must have been scary for awhile. I stabbed myself in the thigh with a pencil when I was 6 or 7. Not a smart move. Mine was out of anger/frustration as well. Praise God it didn’t break off.
In those situations we promise kids just about anything don’t we. My nephew used to have me sing to him whenever he had to have shots or blood drawn. I’s sure the nurses and staff just loved my rendition of “Count Your Blessings” . (Insert sarcasm here)
On the rare occasion that didn’t work I would promise ice cream and pizza for dinner. I always started with that because that’s what I wanted too. After all, I did just sing IN PUBLIC; I figure I earned it. LOL… 
When I was 5 my sister and I were playing “dogs”. We were on all fours playing. My sister had a “bone” pencil. When I lunged at her, she brought the pencil up.
I still, after 38 years, have a piece of led in my forehead.
Some how as I read this I thought “Only at Her House” but apparently not. To funny.
My uncle went in for sinus surgery when he was in his 40′s because he had a blockage. Turns out it was a calcified pencil eraser that his brother had shoved up there when they were kids. Just be glad that your children told you about the lead.
I have pencil lead in my right knee. Been there for over 40 years. I don’t remember if I stabbed myself or if it happened when I was messing around with a friend. Just one of those things of childhood
haha! I have a piece of pencil lead in my thigh from back in 6th grade! and that was a VERY long time ago…wonder what dr google would say about that?? maybe that is what my problems are! glad the dr was able to get out pencil lead!!
I couldn’t help but laugh, I thought it was something that only happened here at my house. We have six children. Four of them at that time I was homeschooling, the other two just babies. My 5-6 year old daughter had sharpened that ol’ #2 pencil and sat at the eating bar in the kitchen to do her school work. She promptly sat that pencil, rubber eraser down between her fisted little hands, just below her chin….
You guessed it. Her fingers slipped and so did the pencil. To this day she has a pencil point “tattoo” in her cheek.
*Snort* A “real” dinosaur, indeed! YOU deserve the dinosaur for being the cool cucumber. And I shall send you a gallon sized bucket of chalk immediately.
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