About 25 years ago when I was still in college I thought it would be cool to get a motorcycle. I rode it around for about a year with no problems until one day I was riding down this mountain road near where I lived and a deer ran out in front of my bike and I swerved to avoid it, I flew off my bike and into a ditch on the side of the road and was knocked out, my bike fell off the other side of the road and down a sheer cliff face. It was not obvious anyone has ever been there or that there was an accident. I laid there for almost a two days until people started looking for me after missing work. When I came to my legs were messed up, I had broken an ankle, elbow and wrist and couldn’t move. I sat there for hours convinced I was going to die. I was pretty upset about it but after a while the anxiety washed away and I just went completely numb. My next memory was waking up in a hospital.
Thank god I was wearing a helmet.
How about you?
Similar to you, but I can’t remember if it was a potato.
Had things go down the wrong pipe before; everyone has. But this time it was completely blocked; no air in or out.
I live alone, so it was the scariest moment of my life. By the time I was able to dislodge it enough to breath by slamming my diaphragm down against the edge of a counter enough times, my eyesight had already begun to go dark.
Thought for sure that that was it for me right there.