That was...Wow.

I only have about twenty minutes to write this if I want to post it before I leave to go finish up the gigantic project I have tomorrow. However, I really wanted to get this up on the web because I'm still a little shaky from the adrenaline.

As a family we sat down around the table for comida, this is completely normal except for the fact that Aida, my sister, is here. I'm not exactly sure why she doesn't have work today, but it's cool to have her in casa, she always adds a nice little bit of sunshine when she's about. Any way, so we're eating carne asada, which is a very simple dish. It's meat, that's been fried in a pan. Pretty straight forward. Part of my meat was not cooked so I was kinda eating around that carefully trying to avoid any more reasons for my body to just completely give up on me and stop functioning all together. Aida takes a drink of water and then very abruptly puts down her glass of water and get's up from the table in an extremely rushed manner and heads for the sink. I assume that she's taken a bite of likewise uncooked meat and it rushing to the sink to spit it out, however, she then turns around with an extremely (one of the most if not the most I've ever seen) panicked look on her face with what can only be described as pleading in her eyes, and begins waving her hand in front of her face and neck. She also isn't saying anything. I get up as fast as I can, cross the short distance to her at the sink give her what is technically called an abdominal thrust, but most folk know it as the heimlich maneuver. This is something that I learned two winters ago in a first aid class, and have fortunately not forgotten it. It only took one and she began coughing and spitting into the sink. I stood with her patting her back and telling her 'esta bien' (only after I said, 'yes that's good, keep coughing' then tried to translate, realized I didn't know any of the words and stuck with the simple, 'it's okay'). She thanked me, explained briefly what happened to me in rapid Spanish. She then sat down, everyone kinda looking stunned and began eating again, but this time very slowly and with deliberately smaller bites (which both her parents recommended to her immediately upon her sitting back down).

Now, I don't actually know if she was choking, so I can't say for sure if I did the right thing or not, but I honestly can't think of what else could have happened.

Alright, other than school this is the only thing that's really happened. I'm feeling much better and almost done with my meds, my foot is healing up nicely (finally), and I'm getting back into the gym and loving it.

And now to steal an idea from my Carrick's blog:

Love you all, stay safe, chew your food, and take a first aid class if you haven't already.

-Connor

P.S. I've got a mental 'differences part 5' going so I'll probably have that posted soon as a nice little supplement to this.