Slap on the back

I did not have a good night last night, waking up in the early hours coughing, unable to swallow, and I couldn’t get my breath.
Hubby always keeps a glass of water by his bedside, so after slapping me on the back a few times, we cleared whatever had lodged itself in my throat and I was able to drink.

Choking, or the sense of it, sends me into a panic as I choked on a fish bone as a young child and the frightening experience stayed with me for over 10 years. I wouldn’t eat fish at all, apart from fish cakes which are nearly all potato or perhaps a fish finger until my late teens, though these days I am content to buy fish and probe through the flesh making sure there are no bones present.

At grammar school, the bullies on the bus grabbed hold of each end of my scarf and pulled, cutting off my airway and sending me into a panic attack. It wasn’t until I almost passed out that my sister eventually stopped laughing with them and intervened.
As a result, I cannot bear anything tight around my neck, even a jumper has to have a cowl neckline, and if anyone puts their hands on my throat, I freeze.

However, there is another slap on the back for a completely different reason today:
The gates are almost finished!
We’ve had a few teething problems lining them up, but they have all been sorted out now and we are more or less ready to add the necessary furniture to finish the job.
Our drive is not straight, but then we already knew that, but we didn’t realise the extent of both the angle going away from the house and the downward gradient towards the road.
Hubby has done a smashing job, and after some extremely complimentary comments from our neighbours and other people in the road who have been watching our progress, he is adamant that he will not be making any for anybody else!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to Slap on the back

  1. foguth says:

    Glad hubby was there to slap your back & that he’s nearly done with the gate project.

  2. colinandray says:

    Bullying has so many long term effects that here, an active anti-bullying campaign has been going on for quite some time. While I don’t think it will ever be totally eradicated, at least by educating everybody about the potential long term effects can only be beneficial.
    Great news re the gate, and if the neighbors approve …. what more could anybody ask for? 🙂

  3. tidalscribe says:

    How frightening – so much for grammar schools! I scared everyone once by ‘choking’ on Kendal Mint Cake – it wasn’t a piece just the irritation of such strong stuff caused a reaction…

  4. lbeth1950 says:

    Glad he rescued you. Goodman.

  5. I’m wary of fish bones, too!
    (And nothing feels a good as knowing a project is almost done!)

  6. Looking forward to the pictures!

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