My Little Brush with Death
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.