Last night, Judy and I drove to Frederick, Maryland to have dinner with some friends of ours who we have known for a long time. They had both held high ranking government jobs, and retired. Now, they had moved away from the city, and we were visiting them at their new condo in Frederick.
They have a beautiful, new kitchen, with terrazzo floors, and an island to cook on, a convection oven, plus a microwave with a convection oven in it. They wanted to go out to a local diner. So, we went.
We were shown to a booth, and we sat down and ordered dinner. Each of us ordered one of the specials. I got the roast tenderloin of beef, Judy got roast beef, they got a turkey dinner and a kabob. Everyone else's dinner seemed fine. Mine was overcooked.
I'm sure almost everyone has heard of someone who suddenly got something stuck in their throat while they were eating. It is much rarer to see someone get something stuck in their throat while they are eating, and have someone save their life while you are in the restaurant. But, if you REALLY want to be three standard deviation units out, be the one who can't breathe.
There are several reasons that I was very lucky. First, I was sitting on the outside of the booth. I will NEVER sit on the inside of a booth again, as long as I am alive. I was able to get to my feet, and point to my mouth and indicate that I couldn't breath. This attracted attention, not just from Judy at my table, but from the Licensed Practical Nurse at the next table, the Registered Nurse at the table two behind us, and the Emergency Tech two aisles over.
The LPN did something, she couldn't get her arms around my chest. I had evidently turned blue, and was turning a rich shade of purple. I could see, but was having trouble hearing. I was pretty sure I was about to pass out, and then die. I was trying for a brilliant idea, but my head was exploding. The EMT had pulled my arms over my head, and suddenly, whatever it was dropped out of the bottom. And then I was choking on air. You hear a lot when people are yelling at you, and you try to do what they are telling you. It is clear that they may know what to do, because you certainly don't. I wanted to poke whatever it was, a piece of meat, down. I had no way to tell them.
Open Grove Claudia had a post earlier this week and asked the question what do you want to do before you die? As soon as I pass my exams, I am going to learn some emergency first aid. I need to stop feeling quite as shaken up as I do, and education is generally the answer for me. From the bottom of my heart, it gives me a lot of pleasure to say, have a fabulous week! I will.