Never rains but it pours
Jun. 19th, 2024 07:35 amHad a choking fit last night, serious enough for R to call an ambulance. What the hell is going on? I have had about six of these in my life, usually sorted by the application of full fat coke, as advised by the paramedics last time I needed an ambulance for this. Apparently, coca-cola often eases the throat muscles, something something science something bubbles something... but it wasn't happening last night. It changed not a thing because it couldn't get past the obstruction at all and I couldn't swallow. I was in trouble for over five minutes and began to think that the nightmare and the city of the bull was telling me something. The problem was sorted before we needed to make a dash to A&E. While the paramedics were very happy to take me to hospital, they understood that little might happen there beyond what they themselves were doing; checking my heart, my oxygen levels, the back of my throat, my ability to eat and drink. They stayed with me long after my embarrassment wished them gone. They recommended I go to the GP, get myself referred for an endoscopy but I'm sure I've had one before and it found nothing. I went through a barrage of checkups regarding all sorts of things and I seem to recall something oesophageal was tried, but maybe that was to check out something else. I don't know, there were so many bits and pieces. R noted that this happens with one particular meal repeatedly. He makes deconstructed kebabs with mint yoghurt, feta cheese, toasted pittas, tomato and cucumber and a little lamb fried in onions and cut into small pieces. It's always the lamb that gets stuck. This doesn't seem to happen with any other meal or meat.
My throat feels very scraped and sore this morning.
I feel especially bad because this is a time I should be looking after R, not the other way around. He seems OK. His aches from the crash seem to be clearing up and his mood is back to normal. But still.
The GP is a must. Things could get serious if this happens to me when alone. Lordy, I am sick of being sick and fed up of constantly needing help.
My throat feels very scraped and sore this morning.
I feel especially bad because this is a time I should be looking after R, not the other way around. He seems OK. His aches from the crash seem to be clearing up and his mood is back to normal. But still.
The GP is a must. Things could get serious if this happens to me when alone. Lordy, I am sick of being sick and fed up of constantly needing help.