Me and my esophagus

 I was told quite a few years ago that I had a quite narrow esophagus. That is sometimes a problem--like yesterday.

For lunch I had leftover chicken with rice and peas. On my last bite I obviously didn't chew enough and a piece of chicken got stuck.

I couldn't get anything to go down--not even water.

Every 15 minutes I had to go to the toilet and cough up my saliva.

I couldn't eat dinner or drink anything.

Bern did the heimlich manuever (however you spell it!) and massaged me in the stomach. I even jumped up and down some though my knees don't let me jump high at all.

So, I went to bed with a small trash can by the bed in case I needed it.

I threw up twice more then went to sleep.

This morning it had passed and I was fine.

I've just got to always chew very well.

Alas for aging....