He choked again yesterday afternoon. D, the evening home health aide, Heimliched him, then called me. The problem this time: chick peas in the Meals on Wheels dinner. I can't say I would have flagged those as a choking hazard -- just one of those things.
He swore her to silence -- then told me what had happened when I called him a couple of hours later. Or he tried to, at least. The description wasn't all that coherent, and if I hadn't heard from D, I'm not sure I would have known what was going on.
Now, the usual next steps -- more vigilance about more foods, an extra shopping expedition by E this morning so he'll have a few alternatives on hand if anything risky gets shipped in. As far as that's concerned, unfortunately, Meals on Wheels can't customize. They're mostly very good about skewing toward soft foods, but they can't cover all the bases, and we can't, either.
Especially when you don't know what the bases are.
The bigger lesson -- you never see the one that gets you. Which I think I knew, but the applications are still surprising.
Now, on to the next adventure, or speed bump, or catastrophe, or whatever it turns out to be.
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