That did not help, in fact it made it worse.
2. Drink Salty Water. If coughing does not work, you should take a glass of lukewarm water, add a pinch of salt to it, and then drink the mixture.
So reason being, fishbone can feel it is at sea and swim away?
Warm, nor cold water helped. I did not know about adding salt other wise I would have poured the entire salt shaker into my glass.
3) Ingest Marshmallows.
Because every French restaurant has marshmallows, and I carry them in my purse just in case.
No marshmallows to be found.
4) Drink Olive Oil.
If only I had known I would have tried it, as well as #5- vinegar and #6 banana.
7) Eat bread, in my case a baguette. Crusty yumminess that needs chewing, and chewing was not easy to do.
Tough as it was I did, and it made it worse, I could hardly swallow.
My friend Gina and I went to St. Remy to visit a home that Gina's friend was going to rent this summer. Before going to the home we stopped for lunch.
The first bite I took of a Accras de morue a bone lodged in my throat. I ate bread, drank water, tried more bread, but it felt worse. So I excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom to cough and clear my throat. The pain increased. It hurt bad enough, that I gently tried to stick my finger down my throat to nudge it. I now know why that is not a good idea.
The next step was to ask for help, I asked the waiter to help me, who asked another waiter to help me, who went to ask the boss to help me...
Talking made the pain worse, so my accent was made even more bizarre. Add to that, only English words came to my mind. I could not remember the word for "stuck" in French which is "coincé", nor could I remember the word for "fish bone" which is "arete de poisson". Finally, I managed to utter something about fish, bone, throat, pain and that I needed a doctor. The manager said, "It is impossible, the beignet is made with a puree, there are no bones in our Accras! Eat some bread."
Many angry French and English thoughts ran through my head, but since talking was too painful they stayed put in my mind.
Without going into all the details that the JERK manager said, and did, and did not do, Gina took me to the hospital twenty five minutes away.
During the ride I could barely swallow due to pain. I was amazed at the nuance of movement made in one's throat, and how often one does swallow. To distract myself from the reality at hand, I imagined playing the piano, which I do not do, nor have I ever played. Why I thought of that is to say I suppose the idea of music I found soothing. Anyway, we made it to the hospital, only to find a car blocking the emergency entrance, while Gina honked, the two women yelled, "You cannot drive up this way, it is for emergencies only!" At that point, the piano playing stopped, I got out of the car, walked passed the two ding-dongs, and up the entrance way to the hospital.
As I stood in front of the hospital secretary, the fish bone swam down my throat to God knows where.
Note to self: Carry marshmallows, or give up fish.