at least I'm interesting

Adventures in eating, part 2.

Saturday was a lovely day here in the 'Peg. We have been under cover for too long: snow, wind, rain, and cool temperatures have hampered our enjoyment of the great outdoors. So when C-Dazzle asked if we (Jason and I) wanted to sit on a patio at The Forks, and enjoy the sunshine, I jumped at the opportunity.

*The Forks is a busy summer and winter activity center for both local folk and tourists, with shops, restaurants, entertainment, and water tours.

So the four of us found a table on a central restaurant patio, enjoyed some drinks, and nibbled on a snack.

And then it happened.

Red corn chip, cheese, green onion, salsa, and sour cream: caught in that spot of my throat where it won't go down either direction. I can't swallow, and I can't bring the food up. Frozen.

Panic starts to set in.

1 -2 -3...swall...nope not working.

Swallo...still not working.

Oh crap.

At this point, I am engrossed in my own situation. I'm not aware of my surroundings, I'm just trying to escape from choking, or spitting up.

I take a sip of my iced tea, hoping that the addition of something *new* to be swallowed would instinctively activate the reflex.

Sure enough, the iced tea did the trick, and as I released the food from the "trap" of my throat, I realized that my left hand was squeezing my left breast. Yup. That's what I said. No typo.

Jason was staring at me, with a smile in his eyes, and a little grin on his face. His body did not move.

C-Dazzle was confused and concerned.

Jake was unaware.

Because there was no need to clean up any expelled food or drink, or wipe off my glasses, Jason decided to imitate me.

C-Dazzle processed.

Jake needed a recap, and then decided to share with me, the universal hand signal for choking, which has nothing to do with your breasts.

Now - for my defense.

I didn't want to bang on the table. I couldn't reach Jason to grab his arm. I needed to clench something, but not cause a disturbance. I couldn't speak (or at least, I don't think that I could, but I do think that I was breathing). I needed to do a mini-flail...tense up...

At least I'm interesting.

Emily

To read Adventures in Eating Part 1, CLICK HERE or look in the archives for Wed January 28, 2009