We were having a wonderful time,drinking cocktails (well the boys were,I kept to red wine...) and having a lovely dinner.
Vincent and I had ordered the steak frites,and it was so good,and I was,as usual, eating like the little piggy that I am....when suddenly I had put a piece of steak in my mouth,that was waaaaaay too big for my little mouth/throat....and I started choking....
Now for those of you that have never choked on anything,I highly DO NOT recommend it...all I could think of,was : " this is a really stupid way to die,and Vincent is going to be a widower,because his wife choked on our favorite meal,the steak frites....."
Vincent immediately started to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre,but because silly me,I was panicking,the damn piece of meat would not bulge...until the wonderful waiter (who thank budha was also a nurse) told Vincent to stop,because I was still breathing,and he just told me to relax,which eventually helped,and I was able to dislodge the damn cow,but not after having spit up half of my meal......
Lovely.....
Anyway,it's Sunday now,and my throat still hurts,but at least I am alive....
Vincent and I are laying on the couch,drinking tea and reading....
Life is good.
