Last night, while taking my first bite of a hamburger that was fresh off the grill, I felt a stabbing pain down the back of my throat. It was pretty painful to say the least. Dh's a hunter so, naturally, we were eating hamburgers made from last season's deer meat. Seeing as my man and his friends do their own meat-processing, I felt the need to ask this question:
Me: "Is it possible there were bones in the meat?"
Dh: "No way! Deer bones would be too big!"
Me: "Well, something scraped my throat and feel like it's stuck in there."
Dh: (eyes wide) "Oh no..."
Me: "Oh no? What do you mean oh no?"
Dh: "Well, I was cleaning the grill before I cooked the burgers and some of the wire bristles came off the brush. I thought I got 'em all."
Me: "Wire bristles?! So you're telling me I have a piece of a grill brush in my throat?!"
Dh: "At least it was you and not the kids."
Thanks, honey. No, really. Thank you.
After an eventful morning visiting my doctor, getting x-rays, re-telling my tale to a million people, getting an esophagoscopy by the ENT...
No wire bristle in sight. Whew.
And how is your Friday going?!