Bratwurst Basher

This week is looking to be a very busy week for me. And I don't feel all that great. There's a somewhat funny/scary story why I don't feel that great. Sunday night DH and I were eating dinner. Bratwursts to be exact. Now, I don't usually eat my brats, or hot dogs, or even hamburgers on a bun. I don't like soggy bread. I'm strange like that.

So anyway, we had just gotten done saying prayers, and I cut off a piece of my brat, a big piece. I didn't even have a chance to chew before it slid down my throat. I couldn't breath, I couldn't cough, I was choking on a piece of bratwurst. I know I'm joking around, but it was actually very serious. I stood up at the table, looked at DH, pointed to my throat, and he immediately got up and started doing the Heimlich maneuver on me. He did it about 10 times before he stopped and asked if I could breath yet. I couldn't. So he did it a few more times, and just like you see in the movies, the food flew out and landed on the floor. Gross.

So now my throat is messed up, I went to the doctor, and they said I have some esophageal damage but it should feel better in a few days. Until then, I sound like Grizzly Adams. I am also very sore from the Heimlich, but in my opinion that is a small price to pay, right? Oh, and I can only eat jello and apple juice. That should help me lose some of that remaining baby weight, huh?

Anyway, back to my busy week. My brother-in-law (Fritters God-father) is coming into town on Friday and will be here for the weekend, which is great. It also means getting the place livable for three adults. Because I really slacked off last week, I have quite a few extras to do this week. I also have training for a class that I am facilitating, and an evening reflection Friday night. So cleaning has to start now. It'll be worth it though when he gets here. Since we've moved here, we have been wanting family to come see us, and this will be the first time someone has, so it's very exciting. I'll keep you posted on how things go.