Anyone here ever choked / almost died?

No, but that’s nightmare fuel for me.

Happened to my husband at work though- scared the shite out of him.

So far as kids choking, never, but that was my number one fear- I think I was mostly terrified I would freeze or be ineffective in the moment if it happened.

Apparently GWB did.

While watching LSU play Texas in the Cotton Bowl

When I was a little kid, my mother and I were at a diner eating lunch and n old lady started choking and a bunch of people tried to help her, but she suffocated. By the time medics got there she was dead.

I still remember the diner was on Chef Hwy in NOLA, but that was before that area turned into Little Nairobi.

Yes, watching CBK kill LSU in Tiger Stadium a few months ago against aTm

Holy sh1t!

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This product got good reviews. Mike Rowe did a segment on it once.

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My daughter has that hanging in the kitchen- she’s not used it, I think I’ll get me one too.

Yes. Took too much of a bite of tortilla. I self Heimlich’d mostly by a strong exhalation. It popped out. Was at a restaurant. Nobody knew anything about my distress including my buddy at the table.
As a side note, when eating meat, I cut it up in small bites. If I eat a tortilla, small bites.

Choked yes; almost died no.

Ironically, it happened not 10 minutes after a formation where a cadet received a medal for saving another cadets life by performing the Heimlich maneuver.

A few minutes later I had a bite roast beef sandwich go down the wrong pipe. I self performed the Heimlich with a swift punch to the chest. Once my table mates realized what had happened they were "pissed" for taking away thier opportunity for a medal!

I have given the Heimlich to two people and saved them. The last guy was a big baw at a Mellow Mushroom on the gulf coast. I had a hard time getting my arms around that fellah but my persistence got that cheese stick unlodged.

Best info I can give anyone is to remain calm and keep trying.

Bartender gave me a free drink.

At grandparents house for Thanksgiving…I was probably eight. Eating Cornish hen at the kids table in another room from the parents. Swallowed a piece with a bone and it got lodged in throat.

Older sister just looked at me puzzled as I was choking. Luckily had enough sense to head to dining room with parents. My grandmother’s first solution was to say “give him some bread.” I think that was her answer for most things.

My Dad thankfully didn’t listen and did the heimlich. Bone popped out and my ribs were sore for a week.