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Story time:

I was babysitting some kids today. Lunch time. Kid X starts crying. I come up to him and say "what's wrong buddy?" X grabs his throat with both hands - the universal sign of choking (I doubt he knows this, so it's kinda interesting that that was his natural response).

"Oh shit" I think. Panicking, to the other adults I say "I think he's fucking choking." "Do I start the Heimlich?" I think. (I'm certified CPR/first aid). I don't. I look desperately at the others. Other than help X to his feet, I do nothing. I froze.

Luckily, the food was able to pass down his esophagus when he stood up. He was fine, just a little shaken up.

I froze, and I feel pathetic. Useless. A shame to the name Aragorn. In general, I'm terrible under pressure. Never faced a situation like this, though.

What do?

Story time: I was babysitting some kids today. Lunch time. Kid X starts crying. I come up to him and say "what's wrong buddy?" X grabs his throat with both hands - the universal sign of choking (I doubt he knows this, so it's kinda interesting that that was his natural response). "Oh shit" I think. Panicking, to the other adults I say "I think he's fucking choking." "Do I start the Heimlich?" I think. (I'm certified CPR/first aid). I don't. I look desperately at the others. Other than help X to his feet, I do nothing. I froze. Luckily, the food was able to pass down his esophagus when he stood up. He was fine, just a little shaken up. I froze, and I feel pathetic. Useless. A shame to the name Aragorn. In general, I'm terrible under pressure. Never faced a situation like this, though. What do?

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Alright, so when I was a kid, my famiy was on one of our numerous cross country drives and we stopped at a Wendy's to get some dinner before continuing on our way. While eating my little brother began to choke on his spicy chicken sandwich. Parents slap him on the back and he stops choking, everything is fine. Later in the car, my brother keeps saying he smells something spicy and blowing his nose. After awhile we laydown in the back seat and all of the sudden my brother begins to choke again. I proceed to smack him on the back until he spits out a giant bite of chicken sandwich. Apparently the bite he had been choking on earlier got lodged at the back of his nasal cavity. He had been blowing his nose which just blew all of the spicy breading off of the bite of chicken before it became dislodged and began choking him again. Fun times