If you notice the lovely picture, the image on the left side is a normal esophagus and the image to the right, according to my wife who actually saw the pictures, looks more like mine. I has happened in the past , more times than I care to admit, that in my exuberant love affair with food, that I put more down my drinking straw of a throat than it can handle. I am not choking, I can breathe just fine, I just can’t swallow anything. As long as my salivatory reflex is not working overtime I can occasionally wait it out until though the forces of nature, magic, and tectonic plate movement the obstruction clears.Unfortunately this time my blood sugar decided to drop at the same time. In and of itself this is not a life threatening or even an overly dangerous thing. The common correction is to eat sugar (or something containing it, though I have resorted to spoonfuls of the granular stuff in the past). But when you have something logged in your esophagus and can’t get anything into your stomach that could then disseminate into the rest of your body, the sum threat becomes much greater than these two relatively minor parts.
Long story made short:
Lodged Steak + Too Much Insulin in Blood = Trip to the ER
So now you know, and knowing is half the battle…the other half is a really sore throat and a big hospital bill.
11 comments:
I have always wondered why your esophagus was smaller. I didnt dare say anything to anyone. But now it is out in the open I can speak about it.
Recognition is the 1st step Willy! I am so proud of you.
Is there a support group? Do they serve milkshakes at the end?
OK now that I have said all the funny stuff I can think of I can now be serious.
I am sorry you had to go to the ER. Hey, will your folks pay for the ER visit since the whole size of your esophagus is their fault? Think about it!!
I love you Willy!!!
Why don't YOU run that one past them? I am sure they will remark that it is MY fault that I didn't chew more...
Poor Kodie.
I'm not gonna lie, at first i thought those photo's were of the red storm on Jupiter; but then i was like ew...
and then i was like..
It's more like a strawberry shake in the blender...
mmm
Strawberry Shakes...
That sucks. Thanks for not dying. I already have too few brothers who are willing to throw G.I. Joe references around, willy nilly.
Random aside: no glucagon on hand? Isn't that supposed to be in a diabetic's batman-esque utility belt?
The glucagon is a last minute if you pass out kind of thing and causes immediate vomiting when you come to. With nothing is moving through the tube those prospects are unappetizing at best. (Also you are supposed to call 911 when a glucagon is administered, which is even pricier than the ER).
…and what do you mean "poor Kodie"?! She isn't the one whole throat felt like it had been run through a cheese grater the next day.
Yes, I know this (and the glucagon only buys you about 90 minutes of glucose, as it's really just a hormone/trigger for glycogen from your liver to be broken down, etc. etc.).
BUT, do you have your utility belt stocked and ready to go?
bonk on the head + already collapsed esophagus + already low blood sugar - glucagon = NBC Today Show 10 minute morning special.
(Speaking of which, I think I'll go make my very own utility belt, chock full of juice boxes, mini m&ms, glucagon, and perhaps a travel board game if it's not too bulky.)
ooo you should get finger twister. Parker has that one.
Finger Twister? That EXISTS?!
Oh yes. We got it at Jack in the Box. Remind me to show it to you some time.
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