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i found this crazy article from the associated press today. you thought you had problems...


Pencil removed from German woman's head after 55 years
August 07, 2007 9:30 AM EDT

BERLIN - After being plagued for 55 years with the torment of a pencil lodged in her head, a German woman has finally had it removed.
Margaret Wegner, now 59, was 4 years old when she fell while carrying the eight centimeter-long (3.15 inch-long) pencil, which went through her cheek and into her brain.
"It bored right through the skin and disappeared into my head," Wegner told Germany's best-selling newspaper, Bild. "It hurt like crazy."
At the time the technology did not exist to safely remove the pencil, so Wegner had to live with it - and the chronic headaches and nosebleeds that it brought - for the next five-and-a-half decades.
But on Friday, Dr. Hans Behrbohm, an ear, nose and throat specialist at Berlin's Park-Klinik Weissensee, was able to use modern techniques to identify the exact location of the pencil so that he could determine the risks of removing it, and then take most of it out.
The operation was difficult because of the way the pencil had shifted as Wegner grew, Behrbohm told The Associated Press on Tuesday.
"This was something unique because the trauma was so old," said Behrbohm, who has also operated to remove bullets from the brains of shooting victims, and glass from the brains of people involved in car accidents.
Though a two centimeter (0.79 inch) piece of the pencil could not be removed, Behrbohm said it does not pose a danger.
And now Wegner, the wife of German boxing coach Ulli Wegner, will no longer have the headaches and nosebleeds, and her sense of smell should return soon, Behrbohm said.
"She shouldn't suffer any longer," he said.

Comments

Crafty P said…
"it hurt like crazy"

hmmmm, understatement of the year Or of 55 years.

i laughed out loud when i read that line.

in all seriousness though... that would really stink to have that kind of trauma and not do anything about it! think of how quickly we run to the ER for things that happen to our kids!
karen g said…
i saw that today, too. could you imagine? i still have pencil lead in my hand since the 4th grade, but i don't think that counts as the same.
Mary said…
i feel bad for people who can't smell. sniff.
greg. said…
she had a point, though...

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