Mike and I had Thanksgiving on the road—breakfast at Cracker Barrel, lunch at Arby’s—the only two places open for business on turkey day. We arrived at Mike’s barn late afternoon and emptied the truck for our trip to Knoxville tomorrow.
Last night, I had a yen for steak, so we found a great steak house in Vicksburg. It was a juicy ribeye with a delicious wedge salad and sides, and I must have been eating with gusto. Suddenly, I realized that the bite I'd just taken was stuck. I stood up to see if moving would dislodge it, but nothing happened.
"Can you breathe?" Mike asked--and I shook my head, no.
Mike quickly and deftly did the Heimlich maneuver--the first time I've been on the receiving end of such a pounding. After a couple of firm upward thrusts and two pounds on the back, the steak became a welcome projectile. It was, I have to say, a bit embarrassing, but I felt instant relief as I was able to take a deep breath.
"Can you breathe?" Mike asked--and I shook my head, no.
Mike quickly and deftly did the Heimlich maneuver--the first time I've been on the receiving end of such a pounding. After a couple of firm upward thrusts and two pounds on the back, the steak became a welcome projectile. It was, I have to say, a bit embarrassing, but I felt instant relief as I was able to take a deep breath.
Kate reminded me that choking on food was Mama Cass’ exit route—so I’m just glad to be among the living on this Thanksgiving day!
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