In 1992 I was at school and had a newly-sharpened pencil in my pocket (not recommended). Someone flung a door open on me and the tip of the pencil lodged itself in my thigh. I couldn't seem to get it out, the school nurse assured me that I wouldn't die of lead poisoning and so it has remained there ever since.
Until today.
On Friday after a shower, I noticed it for the first time in ages and so I had a bit of a squeeze. Nothing much happened, but there was a bit of bleeding and I thought I could feel the tip. It must have reminded my body that it was there, because it swelled up a bit and after a bit more squeezing, out it came!
It feels like a big moment, but I've just told me son and he was distinctly
so I wanted to share it with a group of people who would understand 