This morning, upon exiting the shower, I realized that the window fan was not turned on and that the bathroom was extra foggy. So I dried myself off, reached out, and touched the switch to turn the fan on. Well. That was a mistake, as I received quite a little shock. It wasn't a BAD shock---I didn't flip the circuit breaker or anything like that---but it was nasty and my hand hurt nonetheless.

I decided that perhaps there was a reason this particular fan had been found lurking in the attic, so I took a bath towel and used it to pull the plug from the wall without incident.

This is not the first time I've had an unfortunate brush with electricity, but it's the first time I have electrocuted myself not doing something stupid, so I was a little surprised. I'm sure if I hadn't dried myself off before touching the switch I would have spent the rest of the morning in St. John West Shore's emergency room, cradling my hand in a towel and wondering if my eyebrows would ever grow back.

Later this evening I was gnawing on a piece of delicious pepperoni pizza when a lump of cheese and dough failed to fully make the journey down my esophagus. This was quite uncomfortable, but I could still sort of gasp for breath around it so I wasn't TOO freaked out, until I realized that I couldn't swallow it down and I couldn't quite suction it back up. Then I panicked and tried to take a deep breath around my piece of throat pizza and realized that it was also blocking me from breathing in through my nose, and that's what I started trying to cough it up with the little air I HAD. So I dropped my paper plate (onto a chair---it was good pizza) and as Bryan came up behind me in alarm I bent over at the waist and managed to hack the damn piece up. It was frighteningly large. Now, I thought I'd chewed it well enough, but perhaps there was some cheese fusion or something, and I imagine that sort of thing could happen to anyone.

I threw out the chewed up piece and ate the rest. It WAS good pizza, after all.

Of course, now my throat really hurts and so does my nose. I'm sort of surprised after this incident, too. Usually I have a habit of coughing or laughing when eating and stuff comes up my nose, but not this time. You'd think that would be considered somewhat of an improvement, but I mean hell, if my nose is going to hurt like this I may have well at least had some hilarity value added to this story and ended up with a chunk of tomato or something.

Bryan says "It's a good thing you took care of that yourself because I'm not very good at the Heimlich." So we had a little practice session, and I feel slightly safer now.

None of these incidents were my fault. The time I fell through the wood chest---THAT was my fault. I maintain that I am just accident prone, not careless, and that these things happen to everyone at some point in their life.

Still, maybe I should extend my life insurance policy or something.