First Aid

Yesterday’s corner time: 3 Minutes.

I had near death experience during lunch yesterday when a piece of carrot became lodged at the back of my throat causing me to choke, gasp for air and turn blue.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Dad then started to wallop me repeatedly on the back. Talk about kicking someone when they’re down. It was only when the carrot eventually became dislodged that I could ask him what on earth was he playing at.

Apparently, he was trying to help. I’d hate to see him when he's trying to do someone some real damage.

My Mum has actually been trained in First Aid, which is fortunate because she’ll be able to administer it to my Dad after I get my own back.

Dad also said that I was lucky that I didn’t need a Heimlich manoeuvre. Now, I don’t know who this Heimlich chap is but if his idea of help is anything like my Dad’s, then I’d prefer that he kept his manoeuvres to himself.

Now that I've had this crash course in first aid, in that event that Becca ever starts to choke, I’ll be first on the scene to give her a good walloping.

Matthew.