Tonight was a pretty exciting night.
Was invited for dinner at Rod’s, and managed to get a large chunk of beef brisket stuck in my throat. I could breathe, but my esophagus was jammed tight.
I went home, attempting to cough it up and gave up. Went to the ER, and had two sets of drugs pushed into me via IV and then the last resort was “Nitro” – nitroglycerin – before they were calling the GI guy.
Right after I took the nitro, I managed to hurl the chunk of meat out of my throat and they said I’d be spending the night since they wanted to shove a tube into my insides to look around.
Awoke at 11 or so to a nurse telling me that they were going to do it in one hour.
Got completely doped up, had the procedure, then woke up.
The GI guy said that my lower esophagus was too swollen to do a routine dilation (widening) and that he’d taken a biopsy of some lumps down there. Of course, I’m pretty paranoid since my father recently passed away from esophageal cancer – but he reassured me that these were pretty standard lumps for someone my age and treated with steroids.
We’ll see what the biopsy says. I’m not overly negative toward it – if they are cancerous, it’s my own damn fault for not getting them checked out sooner.
Follow up in 8 or so weeks. Guess I’ll be filing for COBRA – since I’m still giving my notice tomorrow.
Rod picked me up and I’m at home.
