Random Fact
When I was in the third grade I had my tonsils removed. The surgeon commented that they were the largest tonsils he had ever seen and asked me if I would like to keep them.
I said "yes". Perhaps a little too enthusiastically. I barely paid attention to the look my mom gave me. I was never good at reading social cues as a child.
They were placed in a jar of formaldehyde and I kept them for a while, even brought them to school for show and tell. I DID notice the look my teacher gave me; which confirmed my insecurities and shattered my delicate self-induced delusions of normalcy. I was an odd child. No denying it.
Mind you, my third grade teacher could walk on water as far as I was concerned. The fact that she had a full grown pine tree named "Clyde" in her classroom did not in the least tip me off that she was a bit of an oddball herself.
Perhaps if I had named them, she would have been more accepting of my pet tonsils.
I lost interest in them after that, but did not throw them away.
I found them years later in my closet under a pile of clothes and toys, still in the jar, but disintigrated into gray-brown snot clumps. It was awful. I decided to throw them away, or risk having nightmares. I saw "The Blob" I knew what happened when science projects go horribly awry.
To this day, I can honestly say that I do not have tonsils. I promise.
posted by Kassi Gilbert @ 10:08 PM
4 Comments:
Every time I get a bad cold/sore throat, I think maybe I should get mine out.
But I don't think I will keep them in a jar... ;)
Yeah, the whole jar thing really did me no good.
Kassi, and I mean this sincerely:
Ewwwwwwww!
On the bright side, "normal" people's blogs aren't nearly as much fun to read as yours.
:)
I got my tonsils removed when I was 19. 19! it took me 3 whole weeks to recover. I just can't believe you kept yours!
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