I just did the Heimlich on my kid. Holy shit!! No one prepares you for the real thing. The most surprising thing to me is that I actually recognized she was choking and ran to her without hesitation, felt for her sternum, and pushed in and up…twice. Out it came, not in the projectile fashion that you see in the movies or TV, or, hell, maybe you’ve seen it in real life, doesn’t matter, didn’t happen that way here. Damn fatty pork steak! See what happens when one tries to feed their child a decent dinner. Again, I am surprised that I actually reacted instead of freaked, which is the normal reaction when it comes to my kids being hurt. Despite the fact that I have a nursing background and I absolutely love medicine, I freeze and my mind goes totally blank. Twas not the case this fine evening and I am ever so thankful that my head chose to come out of my ass and react. My poor M wants nothing to do with food for the moment and who could blame her, nothing is worth not being able to breathe. We will see what happens when the ice cream comes out later this evening.

After my stellar performance, Chris and I talked about the situation, as he believes you should talk these things out and, for once, I didn’t want to talk it out, I wanted to come here. It’s been a few days since my last entry and I have missed this, release of stress if you will. This is almost better than a shrink. The computer won’t tell me I’m wrong or how I could have done it differently or how I need to own my feelings (seriously?!?) or that I need to be honest with myself, etc., etc., the or’s could go on forever; however, at the time of this entry, I am the only one who knows about my little diamond in the rough thus I have no one to answer to but shitty spell check. I really shouldn’t call spell check shitty, it keeps me from sounding like a complete moron. Oh, look, a butterfly!! What was I going on about? Totally got off topic that I had to perform the hiemlich on my kid this evening. Ok, I am feeling better, feeling a little more sound and stable, ready to interact with the fam once again.

As I end my entry, the Mad-catter is back to her normal self wanting to go out and play in the backyard. She’s tough like John Wayne!

Toodles!