I nearly died today–which really isn’t overstating it, even given my propensity towards egsaggeration. I was nursing Brielle while eating in a deli. I choked on a chicken tender and my mom jokingly said, as she almost always does, as do I whenever Aviana coughs during a meal “Hey, no choking to death is allowed!” Then she realized I really couldn’t breathe when I stood up and handed her Brielle, and started turning colors. She yelled “Help! Help! She can’t breathe!” A guy named Larry had to do the Heimlich on me. I don’t know what I would have done if I had been alone. You can’t even cough, let alone get help!! Everything moves in slow motion and you don’t know what to do.
It was scary, but I’m ok now other than a sore throat. I’m still a bit shaky and can’t stop thinking about it.