I'm not much of a morning person. DH would say that's a gross understatement, but basically I'm one of those folks who wakes up just in time for work. I know I should (and can) change this but I don't think I really want to yet. Anyway, because of my rushed morning schedule I tend to eat breakfast at work. My usual breakfast MO is steel cut oatmeal with granola and honey - a morning meal for champions. But today, I took an extra 30 seconds out of my routine to grab 2 hardboiled eggs (thanks, DH!) and a little apple from the fridge before running out. Once I got to work, I felt a little self-conscious eating TWO hardboiled eggs, so I cut one up in slices to eat neatly with a fork back at my desk and decided to eat the other one while I cut the apple. This was all discreetly going on in my work kitchen when I must have accidentally inhaled a little piece of the egg and basically started coughing up my heart and soul.
The kitchen door was wide open, meaning all 19 co-workers could clearly hear me choking on something I was
obviously inhaling in secret (we have the worst acoustics with our set-up). Several colleagues asked if I was OK (um, I wasn't. I couldn't even talk) and another started laughing AT me because I was basically convulsing from all the coughing while others casually asked if I was OK.
15 minutes and about 6 cups of cold, lukewarm, and super hot water later, I was able to muster up a shaky little voice and say "I'm OK, just went down the wrong throat...I mean, tube!" That induced a few more minutes of coughing and now I'm back, safely at my desk, and a teeny bit peeved at hardboiled eggs and myself.
Happy Friday!
