At lunch today, as we were finishing up--chicken and dressing at Cracker Barrel--I had a small piece of chicken get stuck in my esophagus.
It is a little painful, saliva builds up, and it just won't go down. Probably took 20-25 minutes before it finally went down, and in the meantime, of course, I was in a stall in the bathroom basically upchucking a little trying to get the piece of chicken out.
It has happened a few times in my life, but only twice in public. The first time I was working with a law firm in Montgomery, Alabama and at lunch. Had a roast beef and rice type of dish, and it got "stuck."
Embarrassing.
Fast forward 27-28 years later, and it happened again.
Now here's the funny part. One of the lawyers I worked with in Montgomery had a son that was only a couple of years old. "John" later went to school first in Alabama, then at the University of Miami (he had gotten married, and his wife had a job in Miami), and began practicing law there.
The firm I am of counsel with now was looking for a litigator. Guess who moved back to Alabama?
John.
Guess who I was having lunch with?
John.
Isn't that weird?
Probably 15 years or so ago, I had an episode and a piece of chicken got stuck, and it just would not go down for hours. I ended up at a gastroenterolgist who performed a minor procedure by removing it, then stretched my esophagus.
I think it may be time to have that done again.
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