tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088833.post6704418656853531072..comments2023-11-29T08:37:13.272-08:00Comments on Dare I read?: the diary, 10/16/86 – 5/16/87Glenn Ingersollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674475308395975995noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088833.post-84145768572400405762007-04-14T22:11:00.000-07:002007-04-14T22:11:00.000-07:00Your second example sounds much more satisfying.Your second example sounds much more satisfying.Glenn Ingersollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10674475308395975995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088833.post-49710674856806633112007-04-14T16:58:00.000-07:002007-04-14T16:58:00.000-07:00I've performed the heimlich twice. Once on the nig...I've performed the heimlich twice. Once on the night you just mentioned (and yes, it really didn't seem like we were doing any good, her husband's mouth-to-mouth seemed to be what kept her going) and once at Taco Bell on one of my supervisors. At his request. He was clutching his throat and miming the manuver and pointing at me. I jammed my fists under his ribcage and out came the offending food.David Lee Ingersollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06960750033882386122noreply@blogger.com