My Little Brush with Death
Published 10 Nov 2005
Last night, I choked on a french fry. Literally. Brian had to give me he Heimlich Maneuver three times before I could breathe again.
I don’t have much else to say about the whole thing, except that I don’t recommend it. I didn’t have any profound life-flashing-before my eyes or go-toward-the-light moments. It all happened so fast there was no time for any of that.
I am grateful for whoever it was that taught Brian and I the Heimlich Maneuver— I have a feeling it must have been in Health class in elementary school, so I guess that wasn’t as useless as I thought it was. And I am also grateful that I still have a chance to die in a more dignified way than choking on crappy fried food. Ok, they were actually good french fries, but still.
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Commentary
Chip Diffendaffer writes
Nov 10 at 07:26 PM #
Three times before it surrendered? Sounds like the French are starting to make a stnad!
Andrea writes
Nov 11 at 08:07 AM #
Hee hee,
Gerard McGarry writes
Nov 11 at 11:54 AM #
My first thought was “Is Andrea going to fake her own death to get out of blogging here?”
You have to admit, it’s a pretty final solution!
Pat writes
Nov 12 at 01:44 AM #
Damn! I’m making a mental about chewing my food…
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