Saturday, 18 February 2012
But, that's beside the point.
I was wandering along, when suddenly it felt like something was in the back of my throat.
I tried to ignore it, but I must have swallowed a bug.
Or rather, a bug must have flown into my mouth.
To make it worse, I then started to kind of choke on it. Not exactly "choke" because it just felt like a tiny little speck of a thing but I was coughing and now, in retrospect, I wonder if the thing went down the wrong tube and my lungs were literally trying to cough it out.
So anyway, there's me, trying to drop off my clothes for cleaning, while coughing away and not wanting people to think I'm sick, I say "I think I just swallowed a bug and now I want to die."
But then I noticed a little kid there and thought that was an overly dramatic thing to say so I kind of mumbled about not really wanting to die and it wasn't really a big deal just that I couldn't stop coughing mumble mumble.
But still. I'd rather not think about it too much in case I gross myself out, but you guys I nearly choked on a suicidal mini-bug.
Ack, ack, ack, gross yuck!