The steak scare … no more steak.
Today I woke up really late and walked into Barb’s room to see her feet on the floor. My stomach sunk. She had fallen out of bed and is not able to get up. Like the commercial (sorry but I need humor right now. I took care of her encouraged and encouraged her to stay in bed. I think she had been on the floor since the middle of the night. She was actually laughing about it. I called my husband down as he does a better job of lifting 159 pounds of dead weight and when I tried she said it hurt. The day went on as usual. She wanted 3 cups of coffee an egg and sausage sandwich and cigarettes.
At night when my husband was out I cooked some steaks which had been marinating in the fridge for the day and had to be cooked. I asked Barb if she wanted any she said yes and I asked her if she wanted to come to the table or eat in her bedroom. I cut it into tiny pieces and as usual encouraged her constantly to chew before taking another bite. I took the plate away from her seeing her mouth was too full and went to get more water. When I walked back in the room she was choking. I leaned her to the left and yelled for her to spit it out in my hand and in paper towels as I heard her breathing again. I had then gotten behind her and did the best Heimlich Maneuver I could.
She coughed up about a 3 x 2 inch log of steak by the time it was over. She forgets to swallow. I just held her and cried afterward. She could have died today. My husband has done this on another occasion at the dinner table so this is choke scare #2. We both know in our hearts now it is time for a home. We need a rail on her bed and maybe a bell or a whistle