No More Tacos

[chicken]

So last night I started to choke on a piece of hard taco shell. It got all horizontally wedged in my throat, all sharp and pokey. I panicked. Later, when I could breathe normally again, I went to the emergency room to make sure I hadn't scraped an infectable gash in my throat. Aaaah! What am I, five? I still don't know how to chew and swallow? I am not letting myself every have tortilla chips, taco shells, or the like EVER, EVER AGAIN. Bad, bad chicken.

But the nice thing is, the doctor had a great bedside manner. You just don't run across doctors with good, calming, non-condescending bedside manners much.

Comments

[livinglaurel.livejournal.com]

Yes, I choke on sips of water or my own spit, from time to time as well.

Ghod I hate that. I'm like "HelLO, could I possibly have a working esophagus please...."

And, being a chicken, and knowing about the bird way of eating (ahem, think of a mommy bird and her baby birds)

Heheh. Now that's mother love.