[Coco] Get to know your neighbors, folks
nutz4coco at gmail.com
Tue Jun 2 01:56:25 EDT 2009
That story beats the time I had to self-Heimlich myself at the mall while
choking on an Orange Julius hot dog. The lady standing next to me just gave
me a condescending look like "Why the Hell are you doing disrupting my
lunch" and walked off, but then again that's Bellevue WA. for you.
On Mon, Jun 1, 2009 at 10:29 PM, Roger Taylor <operator at coco3.com> wrote:
> Your fellow webmaster and CoCo friend almost bit the dust today. Not like
> the high speed rollover I had a few years back or the time I slammed into
> the back of a highly flammable gas canister truck, but something different.
> A family backyard picnic today turned into chaos today. The kids woofed
> down their hot dogs and jumped back in the pool and started feuding again as
> usual. I finally got to sit down with a huge steak and some sliced sausage.
> On about my second big bite of steak I didn't chew it nearly long enough.
> I bet you can figure the rest out. When it got hung and wouldn't cough up,
> I decided to try to swallow it harder, then it *really* got stuck. No air
> flow at all, guys. I jumped up and tried to cough it out for 30 seconds
> with no luck. A quick gulp of soda only made it worse. My little kids
> started panicking and crying. I made it obvious I was choking. My girl
> yelled that she didn't know what to do. I knew I had to find another adult
> and quick. Out of about 6 lazy and odd neighbors I chose the house where a
> (not fully citizen-status) Mexican family lives and ran up on their porch
> and yanked the door open. The mother was sitting on the couch and I went
> through all the motions and whatnot that you'd expect a dying fella to do to
> get help. She didn't understand. I could barely get a gasp to say "I'm
> choking" but it didn't come out right. She just looked at me. The kids were
> crying. She followed me out on the porch.
> I was getting weak and my face probably went through 10 shades of purple
> before I grabbed the woman's arms and put them around me and showed her what
> to do. She didn't do anything. She didn't know what I was talking about.
> Still, no air. I was in trouble, but at the second, I realized I was
> *really* in trouble if she didn't understand what was going on. Finally she
> attempted the motions but she wasn't doing it hard enough. So I *barely*
> got enough gasp to say, Harder!, but again, it didn't come out in Spanish,
> nor nearly loud enough to be vocal. The kids were hysterical. I told my
> little boy it was going to be ok, which took my last bit of breath-effort
> and was almost inaudible. Finally the lady started to improve... but it
> wasn't working! I tried with all my might to puke the damn chunk of steak up
> but it wasn't budging. I could feel my passageway under serious pressure.
> Then at last, a miracle thrust to my gut from the woman resulted in....
> (giggle now, because I'm alive) a huge chunk of steak about 1 inch in
> diameter hurling through the air, across her porch... it rolled to a stop.
> Actually, I saw it in slow motion so it took forever to come to a complete
> stop. Slobber was all over the place and the kids were still crying, but a
> life was saved. During her last thrusts I was also trying like hell to
> barf, so with all things combined, the obstacle was pursuaded to move. I'm
> still in a little shock I guess. In 41 years, nothing like that until now.
> Get to know your neighbors, folks. Learn some Spanish? I refused the idea
> until now but tonight I'll *probably* Google up "I'm choking" and keep that
> on standby.
> Lessons learned: chew your food well, know thy neighbors, stay in shape so
> you can run fast.
> That is all.
> Roger Taylor
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