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I'll never forget the day I came close to death. No, not the day my hand slipped from the edge of the wet tub while my other hand was checking the water temperature, and suddenly tumbling over, banging my temple on the shower spout, then landing head first into the tub. Nor was it the day I started sipping HOT coffee, then having it go down the wrong tube of my esophagus.

This time, I came oh so close to death while sipping a cup of cold milk. To make matter worse, I had just swallowed a bite of my toast with peanut butter and virgin honey. When I started to gasp for air, the peanut butter got stuck in my throat. I started coughing, and with each cough, I tried desperately to gasp for air. The more I coughed, the more the peanut butter and honey stuck to my throat, and the dried toast made matters worse. It felt like sandpaper rubbing against my throat. Again, like the last time when I almost died from sipping on the hot coffee, I ran to the bathroom and coughed. My coughs were so powerful, that with each cough, my entire insides just about slipped out my throat. Just like the last time, I started feeling jolts of electricity explode throughout my arms and legs. I knew I was dying, and tried to calm myself by telling myself to calm down and take soft, gentles gulps of air. This lasted like forever. I was so exhausted by now, and so much in pain, that I came to a point where I thought of giving up. But then, I remembered that I still had so much to do on my Romantic domain. I also thought about the many little critters and Grandpa. Who would take care of them? Nobody!! I also remembered Edith.

I threw myself on the bathroom floor, managing to grab a role of toilet paper to rest my head on (like a little pillow), and slowly started coming back to life. Finally, I got up and looked in the mirror, and was shocked by the vision I saw there. It was a girl with a purplish face, snot dribbling down her nose, and tears running out of bulging red eyes. She looked disgusting! The girl was me!!

As you can see, I survived my ordeal, otherwise, you would never have known what happened to me a couple of hours ago.

It was horrible! My eyeballs still hurt!


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Mar. 3rd, 2009 04:35 am (UTC)
A bad situation, to be sure. Glad you're still ok, despite certain other posts I've made that may hint otherwise.

Hopefully it'll never happen again, but if it does, you might want to learn how to perform the Heimlich maneuver on yourself. It can be done, although who knows what you'll retain when you're in panic mode.
Mar. 3rd, 2009 05:25 am (UTC)
Nah, those other post only get my adrinalin going. I know you're tickled pink that I'm still alive to bug you! :o)

After my last bout with death when I sipped on hot coffee, and had it go down the wrong tube in my throat, I made sure thereafter, to put a couple of ice cubes to cool it off. This had happened to me many times before, but not as bad as it did that day.

To be honest about what happened this time, I was sitting at the kitchen table thinking about a man I don't like at all. The more I thought about him, the irate I grew. I angrily bit a big chunk from my peanut butter and honey piece of toast, and then took that fatal sip of milk, and that's when all hell broke loose. I'm sure God punished me for having such hateful thoughts about that man!! As I lay there in the bathroom dying, I asked the Lord to forgive me. I know this all sounds so insane, but it's the truth.

Just as soon as I forget my ordeal with the peanut butter, I'll make a post about what my exact thoughts were about that man!

I don't believe the Heimlich maneuver would have worked, because it was a big smear of peanut butter and honey with hard crumbs stuck along the lining of my esophagus. Had I not sipped the milk, everything would have been okay.

I'm starting to suspect that my esophagus might be too narrow, because I have a tendency of this happening to me. This is the 2nd time it's brought me seriously close to death, and what scares me is, that I know it will happen again someday. It's like drowning in the ocean.
Mar. 3rd, 2009 05:45 am (UTC)
It's certainly worth having someone look at it. I've had some issues with my esophagus (acid reflux caused scars), and the doctor did something that helped.

If you wind up going down this route, it runs like this: same fasting as you'd normally do for surgery, then they sedate you. They then use an endoscope to go down your throat. My understanding is that they enlarged my esophagus at the scarred parts with blasts of air; in any event, it worked nicely.
Mar. 4th, 2009 12:33 am (UTC)
If it should happen again, I'll definitely take your advice. I've come to the point of being afraid of putting any food or drink in my mouth.

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