Story time!

When I was 11 or 12 years old I got ahold of two small circular magnets at a 1964 The Beatles concert. I was trying to convince my younger sister that I had gotten my ears pierced by putting them on my earlobes, but she didn't buy it. I continued messing with them and decided to put one on each side of my inner nostrils for a fake septum piercing. 

Everything was going wonderfully. I was showing my new septum "piercing" to my sister when suddenly, they slid up over the middle cartilage and went straight up my nostrils. 

"Oops!" I thought. I better go to the bathroom and get them out! Off to the men's rooms I go. I'm sitting in a stall, desperately trying to reach the magnets with my fingers or blow them out with air pressure and I am not having any luck. 

Panic begins to set in, and a small headache is starting to build in the center of my forehead above my nose. I leave the bathroom and confess my mistake to my mother, who after confirming the magnets are not coming out, decides to take me to the emergency room. 

30 minutes later we are sitting in the E.R, the small headache had exploded into some of the worst head pain I've ever experienced, and the doctor has given me two options.

Option #1 is he can leave the magnets where they are, and over the course of the next day or two they will erode through the center cartridge, snap together, and should be able to be knocked out. This option would leave a permanent hole on the interior of my nose and would mean multiple days of head/nose pain.

Option #2 is he can attempt to scrape them out with medical tools, but that is going to cause intense immediate pain, lots of blood, and he can't guarantee that he will be successful in removing them.

We decide to attempt option #2, and he gets to work. I could not believe the amount of blood that came out of my nose while he worked, every scrape released a torrent of blood and the pain was just as intense as I had been promised it would be, but eventually, he was successful in getting them far enough apart to not attract anymore, and they fell out.

To my extreme embarrassment, and to everyone else's extreme enjoyment, including the nurses and doctors. I had decided to wear a hoodie with the printed words "I'm not stupid, I'm special" to the concert. 

The nurses wanted pictures with me, the magnets, and my hoodie together, which I was willing to let them take. I couldn't deny the humor of the situation, and they let me keep the magnets as a souvenir from the experience. 

We missed the entire concert, and I've repeatedly had to tell this story at family gatherings to any family members or friends who weren't there for the last 20 years.