It’s not pneumonia

Thank the goddess my lungs are clear, or at least, they sound like it, according to the cute English-speaking woman who examined me at the hospital today. However, last night I woke myself up, and George’s girlfriend Denisa, choking and unable to breathe or swallow. 

Through a weird series of strategies including holding my nose, force-swallowing/gulping down air, standing up to walk around and trying not to panic because my “windpipe” had closed . . .

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