Wednesday night, I had a brush with death. I was minding my own business sitting on the bed watching NCIS, fooling with my camera settings and eating ice cubes (something I do on a regular basis) when I hiccuped and the large ice cube that was currently in my mouth slid down my throat and got stuck there. I couldn’t breath! I was choking! Mike, who was just a few feet away from me playing WoW, had no idea what was going on. I set there for what seemed like minutes (but was only seconds) trying to force the ice cube to go down but it wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t breath and I was starting to panic. I jump up and started taping Mike feverishly on the shoulder. When he turned around and seen me pointing at my throat and the look of panic in my eyes he swung into action. Mike swung me around to preform the Heimlich maneuver. I thought “Oh shit, he’s going to do the Heimlich maneuver on me!” And I turned back around and shook my head “no”, I was scared and didn’t want him to cause I knew it would hurt. About that time my body finally reacted and pushed the ice cube out of my throat with a cough that actually sounded like I was getting ready to hurl. After we both calmed down, we had a good laugh about it. I told Mike that would be a pretty pathetic way for me to die by choking on an ice cube. I have informed him that if I died some stupid way like that to lie to people about my demise. Tell them that I ran into an orphanage to save the orphans, I got them all out but when I went back into to get the box of kittens the ceiling collapsed on me and killed me. So you all now know that if you hear that is the way I died, I really lost the battle with an ice cube.