Im back... from a long hiatus that featured lots of work, a little travel, and an unfortunate incident with a hot roast beef sandwich.
First... last week suck... lots of shit needing to get done by friday, not a big deal except that i was going out of town on thursday night. I busted my hump and got my part of the project done about 6 pm thursday night. Just enough time to run home, throw the family in the car and hit the road for Chicago to visit my brother and sister in-law.
We had an uneventful drive... just long. Got to hang with family all weekend, eat some great pizza (Lou Malnatis), and play some great golf at a great course. Plus drink some beer with the brother in-law.
I get a call on my cell phone friday morning from work... i immediatley get that sick to your stomach feeling when you know bad things are about to happen. Obviously work wouldnt call if something wasnt wrong... my boss is calling... just to tell me that after busting our asses all week the client is changing their mind and we wont need to submit all the shit i just did, at least not yet. What a crock... make up your fucking mind you bastards... After that my weekend got much better.
The golf was awesome, even though i sucked it up. I lost like 18 balls in 2 days... the second day was so windy that you could barely stand, so that wasnt my fault, but i still sucked.
Oh yea... we also went to the Brookfield zoo on sunday... pretty cool. I was there once before but didnt remember much, plus the fact that it was the fist time my daughter has been to a zoo.... she loved it.. she couldnt stop smiling.. unitl she got tired... and then she was just crabby.
Now on to the beef sandwich.
I make it back to work in tuesday to a pile of work that was put off by working on the other damn thing that sucked up so much time. Im sitting at my desk eating my lunch. I grabbed a hot roast beef sandwich from the deli at the local grocery store. I take the last bite of mashed potatoes. and BAM! A hidden piece of roast beef stuck in the middle. I choke. Badly. I was almost to the point of looking for someone to administer the heimlich on me when i cough the damn thing up... crisis adverted. I take a drink of water and i feel it go down, then feel it come right back up. What the fuck. I cant swallow anything. I can breathe just fine and nothing hurts, but nothing will make the trip down to my ample gut. I get a little freaked out and head to the can to try and puke. No go. Shit, now im totally freaking out. I call the doctor and head over to get a professional opinion. The doc says that you probably have something stuck in your throat... no shit doc... thanks for the update, but she cant do anything... go to the emergency room.
So i go down to the hospital... nothing like wasting your afternoon at the doctor. This thing sucks... i cant even get my spit down... you swallow your spit constantly... but mine would build up and then i would kind of have to puke it back up... nice. They bring in the GI specialist to have a look... she says you probably have something stuck in your throat... once again, no shit doc. We have to scope it. So i get the throat scope... jam the camera down my gullet and jab the piece of roast beef the rest of the way down. Great. The docs advice to me... make sure you chew your food.
SO, here i am working again. Bitter because im a dumb ass who apparantly doesnt chew his food enough. I think that im going to jut limit myself to foods i can drink.
thats all i have for now. until i get something else stuck.
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