First Major Stuck Episode...

So I've gotten stuck a few times in the six weeks since my surgery.  But its usually just a few seconds of "that feeling" in my chest and then it passes and I can continue eating.  And its usually because I've taken too big of a bite and/or not chewed well enough.

Well, my friends... I am officially in the club of bandsters who have been STUCK.  Like, really stuck.

OMG, I NEVER want to go through that again!!  Ever.

The enchiladas that I was supposed to make last night before I tried to slice-n-dice my thumb, I made tonight.  And they're not very band-friendly so I decided to grill myself up a small chicken breast with seasoning on it.  I realize now that I haven't ever had just a plain chicken before as a bandster.  Let alone grilled (read: slightly dry-er) chicken.  That should have been clue #1.

So I sat down to eat my chicken and I took what is a "normal" bite for me these days.  Still probably not as small as I should be (I still don't have any fluid in my band), but not huge.  And I chewed it up pretty good and swallowed.   And then I did it again, but I didn't wait very long between bites.  So I started to get that tight feeling in my chest.  That should have been clue #2.

I waited for the tightness to pass, and it did in about 30 seconds.  So I, being the absolute MORON that I am, popped in another small bite. 

Commence pain.  Holy smokes, I've never been that stuck in my life!  Nothing made it feel better.  And it would come in waves to the point where I had to get up and walk around to keep from wanting to die.  And then the slimming started.  I didn't know what people were talking about when they said they "slimed" during a stuck episode.  Well, I sure know now!  It was so nasty!  DH suggested I take a drink of water to help the food go down and I growled at him that that was the STUPIDEST idea ever and to just shut up and leave me alone.  I was like a woman in labor, people.  NOT to be messed with.

After what felt like an hour but was really only about 10 minutes, I finally felt the food go down.  Thats such a weird feeling, but I was so excited to get some relief I didn't care.  SWEET RELIEF!!  HALLELUIA!! 

Anyways, I am now officially terrified of chicken breasts.  Hell, I'm a little afraid of chicken in general now!  I'm getting my first fill next week, and I'm kinda glad I had this experience beforehand to gently remind myself of my limitations.

But I never want to do that again.  Ever.