Beware the Fish!!!

As I said yesturday, we went to see Grandmother. We rang her buzzer and she didn't come. We waited a while as sometimes it takes her a minute to get up and hobble to the intercom. After a few minutes I buzzed again. No response. I was a little anxious, as she had trouble a week or so ago with a fall. I could not for the life of me remember her phone number so we left and stopped at my birthmoms to drop of some boxes for moving. Brian said that Mother had taken Grandmother to emerge, something to do with a fish bone. The homecare workers said she choked on one but seemed fine. This being a few days later and her still complaining of a sore throat, they thought she should be seen. Well, it turns out that there was no bone stuck in her throat, instead it was in her tongue. On examination, her tongue was swollen on one side. Mother had to hold the tongue out while they froze it, then the Doctor cut her tongue open dug around for the bone and then stitched her tongue. Poor grandmother. 84 years old, frail as can be, just waiting to get into permanent care and now this.

I always check my fish for bones, especially for the kids, always thinking of the choking factor. Never once did I think of a bone getting stuck in ones tongue.