It really was funny. I mean, how do you tell this story without it being funny? But for a minute it was really scary. I've never choked like that before.
I'm putting all of my money on there not being anything at all After Life. My worst case scenario would be to 'wake up' to see Blaise Pascal standing there in front of me, waiting to collect.
What's 'worse'? I mean, what would make you think, "Fuck, suicide definitely wasn't the right choice. Life was so much better than this"?
Thanks! I choke all the time, like on my own saliva and things I'm drinking, but never to the point that I can't breathe at all. I'm sorry about your aunt. It sounds like she was giving it a good fight. :(
I can't believe the bulimia technique beat out the Heimlich! I wonder if they teach that to EMTs.
You're now in a unique position to answer the age-old question: does your life flash before your eyes when you're dying? Or does all of this introspection come later, after you don't die?
RE your last paragraph: I feel the same way, kind of. I don't really feel much motivation to live, but I'd probably put up a token protest against death. I subscribe to that 'every person is a universe unto themselves' philosophy, and I'm vaguely uneasy about the idea of all of my thoughts and experiences and mental lyrics catalogs just being lost forever.
Nope, no flashes. I got really scared and panicked, and then for a split second I had a feeling of helplessness, like I was about to give up. But then I had a vague thought of other people (kind of like my boyfriend and my family all rolled into one) and I decided I didn't want them to lose me via marshmallow.
It's hard to say I had any thoughts, per se, but I did have a very strong feeling of "it's too soon, I'm right on the verge of making my life count for something and fuck if it ends here!" Like you, I didn't want to lose the hard drive that is my mind.
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But what if death is worse? What if it's worse? I can't take that risk, at least not voluntarily.
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What's 'worse'? I mean, what would make you think, "Fuck, suicide definitely wasn't the right choice. Life was so much better than this"?
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glad youre ok!
my aunt died from it actually.
they found her on the bathroom floor with a huge piece of steak caught in her throat.
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now that i think about it i choke a lot too when drinking.
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You're now in a unique position to answer the age-old question: does your life flash before your eyes when you're dying? Or does all of this introspection come later, after you don't die?
RE your last paragraph: I feel the same way, kind of. I don't really feel much motivation to live, but I'd probably put up a token protest against death. I subscribe to that 'every person is a universe unto themselves' philosophy, and I'm vaguely uneasy about the idea of all of my thoughts and experiences and mental lyrics catalogs just being lost forever.
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It's hard to say I had any thoughts, per se, but I did have a very strong feeling of "it's too soon, I'm right on the verge of making my life count for something and fuck if it ends here!" Like you, I didn't want to lose the hard drive that is my mind.
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