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You’ve got to know how painful it is to choke on a pickled onion.
It was a total doozie. Out for dinner, restaurant style. Half way through my salad, and I thought I was going to die. The thing was literally stuck in the back of my throat.
I couldn’t talk, as the burning sensation spread rapidly into my nose, and out of my eyes. Tears streamed from my face.
No air was getting into my lungs, because inhaling was acting to squeeze the pickled item harder, scolding my sinuses further.
“Are you ok?” asked Michael
Couldn’t he see I wasn’t?
I kept pointing to the pickles on my plate and he kept guessing……as if in Pictionary
“What? Bean? Lettuce? Carrot?”
I shook my head madly and gave up communicating as by this point I was creating quite the scene with my explosive coughing spurts.
Holy burn. My goodness.
It subsided slowly, but my nose started to run continuously. You know, like when water finds its unfortunate way up there?
So I sprinted to the loos……
I managed to extract a couple of large pieces of pickled onion as I blew. They fair dinkum flew right out.
My throat is still suffering today.
No more pickled onions for me 😩