Near Death
So per Ashley's request, I am posting about my near-death experience Monday night. I am not making a big deal out of nothing. Those that know me, know I don't do that. If you have a weak stomach, I'd recommend stop reading now.
After class last Monday night, I buzzed to the HUB, to get dinner from Subway. Usually I get a roast beef sub, but I decided to get the parmesan chicken. When I got home, I started eating. A few bites in, something didn't go down correctly. So I stopped eating, and checked that I could still breathe. I still could for the most part, it hurt and was hard to. I think I couldn't for a minute or less than that. Following that, I started to drool uncontrollably, so I went and drank some cold water. That stopped it for like two seconds after I stopped drinking. I just figured maybe I can just over come it by swallowing. My nose also began to run like mad.
That got to be to much, and I made my way to the toliet. A few feet from it, I couldn't hold it any longer, half went in the toliet, and the other on my shorts. I noticed that there was now blood mixed in. I spitted in the toliet some more, and noticed that there was even more blood. I was like what the fuck is going on. I decided to now rinse my mouth instead of just drinking.
After a few times, I saw this little piece of something come out. Then I couldn't really breathe again. So I continued on, another piece of something came out. After doing that more, because I couldn't get myself to puke, finally a decent sized piece came out, about the size of a quarter.
Then my throat didn't hurt, I stopped drooling and bleeding, and I could breathe normally. The chicken was caught about where that pink square is in the picture.
I called my mother, afterwards, asking if blood stains. She said it probably would, but why would I be bleeding in the first place. So I told her the story. She started freaking out, saying all this stuff about what could happen.....ah mothers