Epiphany
I almost choked today in class; interestingly on candy, which I eat to stay awake during some of the most boring lectures on this side of the hemisphere.
It was actually kind of surprising more than scary. My throat just closed in and it wouldnt finish the swallowing process, and my body reacted my forcing my to hiccup to get the object out. While I wasnt in any critical condition, I sounded completely ridiculuous.
It was loud wheezing followed by an abrupt, screeching hiccup. The most annoying distraction in any lecture you will ever attend, I promise you.
So the teacher looks up, asks if I'm okay. The weird noises continue.
Luckily, I choked in the best class to have it happen in: Anatomy and Phisiology. Everyone is either a nurse, returning for education while being a nurse, a paramedic in training, or a group of up-and-coming doctors. So, there were about 18 people out of their seats instantly, asking me questions if I could breathe properly, if I was dizzy, and to raise my hands above my head.
Finally, after a sudden release of adrenalin by my frantic pituitary, the food finally went down. I thanked everyone, and then found I was actually a little embarrassed. I mean, who hears of an Eagle Scout choking on food?
I cant even imagine what couldve given me this problem.
Neither Diphenhydramine nor Sertraline have adverse effects like this, even when in use with one another.
But this incident did open my eyes a little.
What if I did die?
What would I be remembered for?
It also makes me define what is important right now.
I have a lot I havent accomplished yet, and procrastinating practically begs for this kind of situation to occur again.
Of course, these are just paranoid thoughts that are running through my head. This was, after all, a pretty scary event.
It was actually kind of surprising more than scary. My throat just closed in and it wouldnt finish the swallowing process, and my body reacted my forcing my to hiccup to get the object out. While I wasnt in any critical condition, I sounded completely ridiculuous.
It was loud wheezing followed by an abrupt, screeching hiccup. The most annoying distraction in any lecture you will ever attend, I promise you.
So the teacher looks up, asks if I'm okay. The weird noises continue.
Luckily, I choked in the best class to have it happen in: Anatomy and Phisiology. Everyone is either a nurse, returning for education while being a nurse, a paramedic in training, or a group of up-and-coming doctors. So, there were about 18 people out of their seats instantly, asking me questions if I could breathe properly, if I was dizzy, and to raise my hands above my head.
Finally, after a sudden release of adrenalin by my frantic pituitary, the food finally went down. I thanked everyone, and then found I was actually a little embarrassed. I mean, who hears of an Eagle Scout choking on food?
I cant even imagine what couldve given me this problem.
Neither Diphenhydramine nor Sertraline have adverse effects like this, even when in use with one another.
But this incident did open my eyes a little.
What if I did die?
What would I be remembered for?
It also makes me define what is important right now.
I have a lot I havent accomplished yet, and procrastinating practically begs for this kind of situation to occur again.
Of course, these are just paranoid thoughts that are running through my head. This was, after all, a pretty scary event.