2006-03-02
Ehh!
So there I was today in a shitty excuse for a chinese buffet in the ghetto of Harrisburg, gradually being more and more annoyed at the irritating sound of a baby crying, trying to eat my half warm broccoli and chicken when I felt the bubbling and rising in my throat.I immediately recognised the horrid feeling as it comes sometimes when I first start eating.
Now usually I just immediately drink something like water or tea or whatever I might have, swallow hard and I'm fine, but this time when I took a sip of coke, it got worse and I immediately started choking on all the food and gas that was being pushed up my throat.
I've dealt with this twice before but haven't had an episode in over 3 years.
It has something to do with acid reflux, causing acid to rise into my throat,push the food and cause my throat to spasm thus cutting off my air passage.
I usually take some form of antacid and haven't really had a problem since I started.
I guess I assumed since I hadn't needed any in awhile, and was eating a little better and excersising ,it wouldn't happen.
Unfortunately reality slapped me in the face again and I almost choked to death in the middle of a dirty ghetto chinese restaurant in front of a handful of gawking locals.
What a fucking embarassment.
Fortunately I knew what to do and immediately ran to the bathroom , started punching my self in the stomache and gaging myself until I got most of it out.
I stuck my head under the dirty faucet and started drinking water to push the acid and food down.
My throat burned, my heart was racing and I was coughing up bile, but I started to breath again.
Some young black guy came in during this episode, I looked up to see if it was somone who witnessed my panick and sudden sprint to the bathroom, and wanted to see if I was ok, but he just said "Cuse me" and slipped by to the toilet stall.
I hope I can return the concern someday.
I cleaned up the sink, awkwardly walked back out to the dining room and told the lady I had to go, sorry I couldn't eat any of the food, then walked back to work where I told the boss I needed to leave immediately.
I went to my grandmas, told her of the whole ordeal and then called the doctor.
Fortunately he was available, and prescribed me some Nexium, ( a strong antacid pill), had a nice long talk with me about my diet, how it was good that I started excersising, and then he read me a poem he wrote.
The poem was quite clever and amusing, it was about a guy he knew who was a bartender and finally found a girlfriend.
This came up after I told him it was hard for me to know what to eat because I'm so use to eating bad food.
He said,"Do you know what you need?, a girlfriend"
I asked if he could write me a prescription for one.
He simply laughed and said, " Sure, but I doubt they'd fill it for you".
Apparently I'm supposed to try the medicine for just a month or so then stop for a week, if I start having problems again, I have to see a specialist and have a camera stuck down my throat.
Wheee!
It's scary as hell to choke.
Ecspecially when you realize your last moments could be eating shitty chinese in a ghetto.
I'll be ok, as long as I keep up this new lifestyle,I'm sure much will change.
10:16 p.m. 
by Timm Jumper
