The one where revontulet almost died...

It finally happened. Just a beautiful, 60 degree winter in Wyoming Thursday evening, minding my own bidnizz in the kitchen with my lemonade and my 2.5g's of bent. Lately, I've been mixing my kratom either in coffee, or yummy pineapple juice. However, it's past coffee time and the pineapple juice is all gone, so I'm just gonna t & w with a bottle of water. Done it tons of times before.

I do this in halfsies, so I don't choke. First half is good. Scope the 2nd half in, pick up the water bottle... and hubby says something funny from the living room. Even as my brain says, "Hey- hey- nononono!!!!", it's too late. At first I tried to stop that involuntary inhale, choked, and then felt like I'd gotten sandblasted in the back of my throat.

Having to simultaneously cough and gasp for air,I felt my life flash before my eyes (but only the stupid parts, like choking on kratom). I exhaled as much as I could (Poof the magic dragon) and wheezed and gagged. Hubby did not grasp the gravity of my situation (geez, 911 is easy to remember, Honey!), and dryly (hahaha) told me I was gonna die from doing it "that way" as I coughed and prayed that the coroner would be kind and make my chalk outline a bit thinner than needed.

Finally, after tears and snot and drool and spitting into the sink, I got it (mostly) out. But hey, now my voice is huskily sexy (hubby says the manifestation of so many body fluids erupting at once out of my face kind of ruined that, though. Party pooper).

Stay safe, kids.