Just when I considered myself on the mend enough to eat normally, I got a shock. At supper I took a bite of sweet gherkin pickle and WHAM, my windpipe shut solid. I couldn't breathe. I was terrified and choking. The pickle didn't seem IN my windpipe, but still I couldn't breathe.
My tablemate, Anita, saw my distress and whacked me on the back, and that made me gasp and gave me a tiny bit of air. And then in tiny desperate gasps I got going again. I had tears in my eyes and I had wet my pants.
A caregiver wheeled me to my room, and helped me find my inhaler. I used the inhaler and washed the pickle remnants from my mouth. I used the bathroom.
Then I went back to supper, slowly, and had some broth for supper, but no pickle. I had a normal evening with cards, tv, and computer, but was afraid to go to bed. Finally I retired and lay gingerly on the bed.
I slept the night straight through and got myself up in the morning and dressed. So far it seems like a normal day. Let's hope that this is the final installment of Recuperate with Me.