“I Don’t Need a Man in My Life!” — Then I Almost Died and Reconsidered
Caving into the Universe’s hints to admit I want a partner
It’s a Saturday lunch and a crisp -8 degrees Celsius in Toronto. The sky is gray like it has been for the past two weeks.
And like every other non-Canadian does during winters here, I’ve already considered suicide five times this season. But I know better than to let the lack of vitamin D get the best of me.
I keep myself sane to the best of my abilities. This involves a lot of writing.
And a lot of soup.
Today, I added an extra ‘homemade’ Dollorama biscuit as a yummy side. When I prepared it earlier, I pimped the Bisquick with some onion, cheese, and herbs to make it tastier than the plain cardboard dough of flour and butter it is.
The first bite I take is overly generous.
And gets stuck in my pharynx.
Years of food disorders should have taught me to chew seventeen times before swallowing but, hungry as I was, I’d ignored the basics.
And now I was on my way to die thanks to a dollar store item swallowed too quickly.
I gasp for air and try to spit it out but it’s too far down my digestive tube. I send…
