Not that mine was any super medical emergency, but at the time it happened I did cry.

I don't really enjoy sticking things up my hoo hoo, and I tend to try and avoid sticking small items that can get lost up there.

It started with baby carrots, as many as I could get and well I had to dig some of them out with a spoon. I wasn't really happy about that.

The next time I had to cut up hot peppers and then use a dildo at the same time. While it did get a bit hot, I wasn't in any great danger of burning anything off. But when it came time to get the peppers out, and yes I counted how many slices I put in there, I lost four of them.
I could feel them, but every time I tried to dig them out, I kept pushing them up further.
I tried to pee them out, ya right.
They were gone and were too small for even a spoon. I started to panic, I didn't want to leave any food lost in la la land.

It had only been fifteen minutes but I was crying and cursing him for making me put something inside me that was now lost, and what the hell was I going to do now?

He told me to get my enema bag and douche it out. Why I didn't even think of that was beyond me.
Probably because I have never douched before. Of course they came out in a jiffy.

So not really an emergency, but something I felt stupid about cursing him for. And felt even dumber for crying and worrying so much.