I nearly died today!  It sucked!

Given that this is my alleged vacation, I've been eating too much since that's fun.  Today, we went for burgers and fries and milkshakes at this great place that I will not advertise since I nearly died there.  The food was great, I swear.  It had nothing to do with the food.  Awesome food.  But I was being overprotective of my wisdom tooth wounds (still healing nicely) and so I maybe didn't chew the burger bun as much as I should have, and, well, yeah.

Maybe "died" is a bit of an exaggeration but the "sucked" part is quite accurate.  So is the "idiot" part which you're undoubtedly thinking right now.

I couldn't swallow and I kept gagging, but I could breathe as long as I stayed calm.  Which was surprisingly easy, given the circumstances.  I tried to communicate without talking - since I couldn't - but wasn't having a real good time with that.  I have a hard enough time with talking.

Anyway, Mika stood me up, spun me around, and totally Heimliched the chunk of bread out of my throat.  And I didn't even barf, which is impressive because I gather most people do that when they get Heimliched.  So then I went and spit out the bread and came back and finished lunch like it was no big thing.

I think I terrified the poor waitress.  And Mika.  So I tipped the waitress more than 15% and bought Mika some bath bombs.  I think that's fair.

Mika spent the rest of the afternoon being really impressed with herself.  Which I can't really blame her for, seeing as how she's the reason I'm not dead and all.  She has promised to update her blog with her version of the day's events, but I will believe that when I see it, given that she updates about once every six months.

Edit: I believe it now that I see it: http://scrapedgrace.livejournal.com/16416.html

Had one of the worst sleeps ever last night and woke up with one of the worst headaches ever this morning.  But now I am feeling better.  Probably at about 80% of normal, I'd say.  Going to work tomorrow.  Hopefully it won't be too busy, but I'm guessing it will be.  Oh well.

Felt good enough to play a bit of Wii this afternoon.  Not much - I mostly just lazed around, napped, and watched TV.  But I got to try everything, and it's all pretty fun.  I did have some control issues with Excite Truck, but I think I got them worked out now.  Basically, I was too stupid to steer properly.

Back on the Weight Watchers wagon starting tomorrow.  Had two weeks off, and really, I'm ready to go back.  I can't guarantee that Monday night's giant McDonalds meal contributed to Tuesday's illness, but I can't imagine it helped.  Time to behave again.  I'm cool with that.  I weigh in again in three weeks.  Can I undo two weeks worth of damage in three weeks?  We shall see.  Last night, I had a bottle of water for supper, so I bet that helped.

Not much else to report.  And so it goes.

This morning, I went to Toys R Us and got there just in time to see an old lady buy the last remaining Wii.

I would have got it, but I stopped at Mac's to throw some old clothes in the Community Living bin.  Had I just thrown out the clothes, I'd have got a Wii.

I grumbled all the way to Future Shop, where I got one of the four Wiis that they got in that morning.

I brought the Wii home, hooked it up, configured everything, got online, all is well... and now I am sick.  Haven't played it yet.  Not playing it tonight.  Going to lay down, drink water, and watch TV until I feel better.  We'll see about work tomorrow morning.

I locked the last entry (and this one) because nobody at work will believe that a guy who bought a Wii on the last day of his vacation is genuinely sick, but I am.  You can call me a faker but my exploding backside will argue with you.