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In 1970, a bizarre gardening accident embedded a small nail deep inside Guy "Bud" Hart's body.

...forcing him to drop his gig as drummer for Spinal Tap.

Wow. Did this guy have to have one of those cards when he went through metal detectors?

Did this guy have to have one of those cards when he went through metal detectors?

And did he ever have to have an MRI (NMR) procedure?

I loved his work with Wells "Junior" - particularly on "Hoodoo Man Blues."

His real name is Guy, but his nickname is "Bud."

For some reason, I find this entertaining.

Umm, ew. Seriously.

How could they mistake "rib cage" for "lung?"

Farktards.

He was mowing then lawn when blade propelled a nail into his neck?

/holy sheeee-ite

Dad?

What is the big deal? I cough up nails all the time. Liquid nails...out of my WANG.

LOL HAHAHHAA OMGWTFBBQ111oneoenes

/I crack me up.

So THAT's what a nail looks like.

At least it wasnt his long lost calcified twin :)

dumbass.

by the way, what's this new "BBQ" cliche I see popping up all over mean?

How could they mistake "rib cage" for "lung?"

Probably because it was during the 70's and 80's when doctor's were still using ghetto technology.

What does this have to do with Scotch and Drambuie?

...waiter...?

Doo dee doo doo dooooo...*HACK*Cough*BLECH*

Bloody hell? Oh, that's where that little bugger went! Now to finish that shed door I left alone all these years.

This reminds me a bit of the opening to Corelli's Mandolin (the book, not the movie [which I hear I'm well off avoiding]) where an elderly gentleman who had for many years been deaf in one ear finally had a long lodged pea removed by the doctor only to request it being put back in after spending a brief time with his wife and her henpecking.

He should have used a 12 penny ring shank. That would've never come out.

If it was a lawn mower 30 years ago, wouldn't it have been one of those metal ones you have to push?

He must have been mowing at 50 miles and hour to get it stuck there.

farked?

Let's see him try that with bullets.

Ah shucks, farked again.

Farked already. No refresh will fix this.

Yes the human body is a wierd place.

"Our third drummer blew up on stage".

/Obligatory

farked after 2700.....pussys.

Damn, that server came down pretty easy. Not even 3000 clicks.

Honestly, I found this very uninteresting.

What does this have to do with Scotch and Drambuie?

...waiter...?



A Scotch and Drambuie, on the rocks, in a highball glass, is known as a "Rusty Nail".

/ and is delicious
// what do I win?

ZAZ

I seriously doubt it - if it had iron in it (it does), it could do very bad damage to him.

Any doc should get it in the history, and MRI technologist should recheck before too - so usually there is enough redundancy to prevent things from getting through.

Of course, he can have CT's and XRays but not an MRI - MRI's are really only used for soft tissue injuries anyway (and some other things), so he most likely didn't need one.


Then again, you didn't really care about all this. That'll teach you to make a rhetorical remark on Fark.

Gatstone

Probably right. Back then especially, two views on an xray and it's still hard to find where the damn things are. That's what CT is good for. Even today Xray's are hard to really get much good info out of, alone.

I don't have the "Calling shenanigans" phone book pic. Can someone post it for this and future references?

Seperated at birth?

Just one? Slacker.

The article - but if you refresh and are patient it still works.

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In 1970, a bizarre gardening accident embedded a small nail deep inside Guy "Bud" Hart's body.

More than 35 years later, the nail made an unexpected return, much to Hart's surprise.

The Placerville man was stunned earlier this month when a coughing fit expelled the inch-long sliver of metal, completing its decades-long trek inside the 84-year-old's body.

"I didn't think something like that could happen," Hart said.

The story of Hart and his unexpected passenger began in Minnesota back in 1970. While mowing grass one day, Hart felt a slight pain in his throat and saw a small trickle of blood.

"It was like a bee sting," Hart said. "But I didn't think much of it."

Hart wasn't overly alarmed, but just hours later, the discomfort began.

"The next day, when I coughed, it was like I had a hot knife in there, cutting me," Hart said.

His family rushing him to the hospital with a 105-degree temperature. There, doctors found the culprit, a small nail that had dropped down inside Hart's body cavity and nestled inside his ribcage.

Doses of penicillin helped Hart heal, but since removing the metal would require major surgery and doctors suspected the nail would seal itself off in Hart's body, the foreign object was forgotten for years.

"If it ain't broke, don't fix it," Hart said.

Years later, the nail turned up again on a doctor's x-ray, but again, the unobtrusive item was left alone.

Then, three weeks ago, an internal camera captured an image of the nail during a routine doctor's office visit. But it wasn't in Hart's ribcage area as he'd always thought -- the object was actually in Hart's lung. As Hart and his doctors made plans to remove the nail once and for all, natural physiology took over.

Hart was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth last week when the 35-year partnership finally came to an end.

"I'd been having this tickle in my throat," Hart said. "Pretty soon, I started coughing. And it plopped right out."

Since the pair were separated, Hart's been feeling fine and doctors have no reason to think the nail had any lasting impact on his health.

Hart keeps the nail in a small plastic bag but doesn't have any long-term plans about what to do with the strange artifact.

"Sell it to the Smithsonian Institute?" Hart laughed. "No, I never gave it much thought."

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"Hart was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth last week when the 35-year partnership finally came to an end." --

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

/got nothing
//except some tiny rocks and gravel in my knee (wonder if they wander)
///..aaand slashies

Ben Franklin actually reported this years ago.

I've had pencil lead (graphite) in my finger for close to 20 years.

And I saw the girl who put it there in a bar not too long ago.

/she got fat.
//karma's a biatch

I see his nail and raise him five

And what is this one: Spring Surprise?

Ah, that's one of our specialities. Covered in dark, velvety chocolate, when you pop it into your mouth, stainless steel bolts spring out and plunge straight through both cheeks.

Paging Golden Palace.

answer my question NOW goddamnit you bunch of farking geeks!!!

I think DMMidwest had it right (2nd comment).

If some farktards will buy toast with images of Jesus, this dude should be able to sell this crusty nail that he hacked up.

Someone come up with a slogan for the guy.

Nail doesn't look too big to me... Wimp!

I would sell the thing to Golden Palace Casino, those guys will buy anything.

*ahem*

Nails are not food.

You're welcome

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The ability to spew nails from your mouth would be a cool mutant superpower. Not one that I'd pick, mind you, but cool nonetheless.

I had a splinter in my finger for about 3 days once.

Finishing nail...in the lung...ppffft...wuss.

or old guys with nails in their lungs so when they cough they shoot nails at you.....