Wow, just got something stuck in my windpipe and choked while I was alone and naked in the house warming the shower up! It was...
Wow, just got something stuck in my windpipe and choked while I was alone and naked in the house warming the shower up!
It was terrifying, haha!
Good thing for BJJ training teaching me how little air I could get by on if I stayed calm!
That’s probably the closest I’ve come to death off the road and out of the hospital, haha!
On thinking back on it, I just stared death in the eye and beat it by staying calmly practical and well-studied, ha ha!
Like I was like “well, I *could* try running out in the street naked and uncommunicative in hopes someone walks by and gives me the Heimlich maneuver”, and I was like “well, I could self-heimlich myself by using the corner of a counter” and the stuff at that level literally had nails poking out of it and I was like “well maybe I could kneel and use the bathroom sink”
And this was all while I was drawing basically no air, and I settled like “wrap both of your hands into a volleyball hold and self-heimlich against the counter while you take very shallow breaths for 20 seconds to get enough lung pressure to cough”, and that worked!
It worked, haha, and honestly that feels great. You remember that 90s movie where a guy survives a plane crash and has to bond with and comfort with a girl with survivors’ guilt that her baby died and he feels invulnerable and at one point he drives a car full speed into a wall while telling her to hold on to a tool box to prove to her that she couldn’t have saved her kid?
I mean, fuck BJJ, good thing I have practice productively dealing with a sudden sense of demigodhood