Once upon a time, like last two Fridays, as I was eating with my friends at Putrajaya Precinct 9 Food Court. Skip forward, lunch ends, and there’s something stuck in the back of my throat. Something stinging, that makes you feel so uncomfortable like the whole day. Darn I said.
Fast forward today. A week plus after the incident, I dared myself to take a peek and was hoping that I can see some “lights” at the end of the….well in this case, throat.
The luck was there. I could see the tricky prick stuck right well, at the back of my throat. Right, there!
Took a forceps from my Gundam box, with the help from my iPhone flashlight, I dragged myself in to the operating theatre. First, a finger. Not working. Next, forceps.
Yes, this!
Boo-ya!
Man that worked. Pulled it out and I jumped in joy. Mixed feelings. Mostly happy.
Rinsed with mouthwash and took a shower.
I was so happy. I am.
Goodbye tricky prick.
