So, on Friday evening, I was chillin' out with my newest employee Brittainy. As I finished eating my leftover steak from dinnertime, we watched The IT Crowd, and thus, bonded through the mutual enjoyment of the show.
Unfortunately, I had my last bite of steak and felt it lodge very snugly into my esophagus. I drank glass after glass of Coke, Sprite, aloe drink, and several tablespoons of cooking oil - and everything just came right back up!
Bloody hell! My esophagus was doing its impression of a clogged drain again.
Exhausted from trying to get the steak up or down, I went to bed and tried to ignore the pain and discomfort within my chest.
I woke up at 5:00 AM and tried to eat breakfast, but that didn't work out great either. Nothing stayed down.
I went to the market and dared not eat anything for fear that I might suddenly erupt. I only made $48.00 too, which was nothing to get excited over. However, Nic and Jen surprised me by coming all the way from London, Ontario for a visit. That was nice. It was great to see them!
It is a true testimony to how much I hate going to the hospital that I talked myself out of going until 9:00 that night. I tried to eat plain toast and tapioca, and more Coke and cooking oil, to push this mean steakasorus downward into my belly.
It just didn't work.
With great reluctance, I gave in and went to Mount Sinai Hospital. Eight months ago, I'd had the same problem and they'd fixed me up. I just hoped that this time they would remember me and do things faster.
As I'm typing this. I'm falling asleep, so I'll finish this tale tomorrow. I'm exhausted!