Folks, it can happen at any time. I was minding my own business, nursing my third margarita and eating a fajita my husband had rolled up for me. I was laughing because I had queso on my hand, and the next thing I know, I was choking.
Talk about scary! My throat was trying to swallow and it kept feeling like any second I’d be able to breathe, but I couldn’t. People knew something was wrong, but for what seemed like several minutes they were just looking, trying to figure out if I needed help, and of course, I couldn’t ask because I was choking. One friend was getting ready to help but then I coughed and she said, “Oh, she coughed. She must be okay because you can’t cough if you’re choking.”
I’ve always heard that, but all I could think was, “Dammit, can’t you see I’m choking?” Trust me, you can cough if you are choking. Or maybe you can be choking, then stop long enough to give a weak cough, and then immediately go back to choking. I don’t know. But however it works, I coughed and was still choking.
Finally Joyce came up and did the Heimlich. Two good thrusts and this tiny little piece of fajita came up. How embarassing!
All I can say is, I’m glad I have smart friends and I’m glad Joyce didn’t mess around and just stepped up and saved my life. Much more standing around discussing and I think I would have passed out. Join me in a prayer of thanksgiving for the right people in the right place at the right time and for Dr. Heimlich!
So, Joyce, if you’re reading this, thank you so much. Have a wonderful visit with your son, but don’t be gone too long because I obviously need you in my life.
I was going to make a crack about things going down hill once you turn 50 but I got lucky Sunday morning so it’s too soon to say how 50 is going to be, you know?