Last night was another random night. I finished up my MOTY letters and headed to bed. Hubs was having some left over steak for a midnight snack.
I get snuggled into bed and not two minutes later I hear this awful wretching sound. I assumed hubs was sick and well you know doing his thing. I didn't get up since he's a big boy and can take care of himself. The wretching started getting louder and he was booming up the stairs. I decide I better get up and find out why he thinks he needs to wretch up stairs.
He's frantically trying to tell me he's choking and trying to wretch it out. I immediately whip out my ninja Heimlich skills and begin thrusting at him. It's a no go. Hubs is tiny bit bigger than I and I knew it was gonna take all I had to thrust it out. Still no go. We're both freaking out at this point. He's desperately trying to purge it out in the sink and I'm asking him what do you want me to do? and You need to get a chair and thrust it out. He finally just told me to call 911. Good idea hon.
As if my first aid skillz weren't bad enough my watching over the patient skillz were even worse. I start calling 911 and of course they have to transfer me all over the place and I have to re-explain the story while trying not to freak out. Meanwhile hubs is upstairs and I have no idea if he's passed out or what. The EMS finally asked the daunting question "is he still conscious?" "Hon are you still conscious?" As I'm yelling up the stairs. "Uh yeah." he says between wretching. He then said the sweetest words I ever heard, "I got it!"
I'm not going to go into dramatic detail on this hunka hunka piece of steak he tried to swallow, but jeez it looked like half the steak itself.
We both had to sit there and chill for a second as we were both shaking like leaves. I told him he wasn't allowed to do this ever again as I just lost 20 years of my life.