F-ing Lamb

Last sunday night I was in work and for my dinner I decide to have the roast lamb since its Sunday it sounds great, but by the time I get to eat it its 9.30. So its tough as nails. Enough excuses, what happened next is that I got a peice of lamb caught in Epiclutus or something like that, thats somewhere in your Osephagus (aren't big words fun), thats your food pipe for people who didn't listen in junior cert biology. So this peice of shit was stuck there in my troat and I couldn't eat or drink anything without spitting it back up. So after 3 hours of it not going away I decided to go to the hospital. Brian and cathy decide they'll come with me, for the company, but only after a few pints in work. So after a couple of pints we head out, but then we decide to stop of and roll a wee spliff before we go to the hospital. There was a bit of very boring hanging around the waiting room, listen to a crazy Lebo wagon of a woman, until I got to see the cute little american doctor. This about 9 hours after I attempted to have my dinner. I had a few injections and X-rays and what not. Then me brian and cathy start playing with the Oxygen, stealing KY jelly, checking each others blood presure, usual stuff you do if your let loose in a hospital examination room. They asked me if I needed morphine, and then they figured out I only had a peice of lamb caught in my throat, that would of been nice but theres no way I could have driven home after that. This the the little band they give you to show you've been in hospital,