Steakasorus

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.

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As I'm typing this. I'm falling asleep, so I'll finish this  tale tomorrow.  I'm exhausted!