2 week Check Up Tomorrow and I think I got stuck

Tomorrow I go see DK for my two week post-op visit. I'm not going to get a fill yet, from what I hear. I am hesistant to go because I know my weight loss has been minimal. In fact, I went away this weekend and this morning I was up two pounds. I'm not going to worry about it. No fill, no loss, no surprise. Not to mention, I've gone two days without having a shake, so my calories has been coming from actual food.

I'll keep you posted. I'm dreading it.

OH- My stuck episode.

On my way home tonight, I called my DH and asked if he was making dinner. He informed me that he wasn't and that I should probably pick something up since we hadn't gone to the grocery store this past weekend. I thought chinese food would be better than a burger and fries. I was hungry. More hungry than I have been in a while. I was eating faster than normal, bigger bites than normal, and then I started to have trouble swallowing.

Then I felt the pain in the middle of my chest.

Did I stop eating?? No. I took a drink of DH's water, waited a second to see if it would pass and then I started eating again. Got another bite in and suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I panicked for a minute and then took another drink, stood up and stretched my torso and my shoulders hoping that would dislodge the chicken, or whatever it was.

Damn, if that's what getting stuck feels like, I'm not going to like that at all. It felt horrible. Thankfully I didn't get the slime and I didn't throw up, so I guess that's a good thing. Still though. That freakin hurt.

I'm going to have to rethink Chinese food again in the near future. Eeek.