The Wrong Way
PG was eating breakfast. He was sitting at the machine, where he spends most of his waking, at home, hours. He was looking at his latest blog post, and thinking how cool it was. He fed a spoonful of food in his mouth, followed by a sip of tea.
Something went wrong. Somehow, the tube for breathing was open at the wrong time, and food and beverage went into an improper medium. Immediately, the food product came out. The monitor and keyboard were decorated.
Gasping for air, trying to expel the rest of the misdirected meal, PG got up and ran to the bathroom. Coughing violently, with tears coming out of his eyes, the last of the misdirected meal exited the quivering orifice. Fright began to set in. This was very close to a fatal situation.
While the prospect of working was not pleasant, the idea of spending this day, and innumerable days to come, in a lifeless state, was worse. While the idea of living long enough to labor eight more hours is quaint to some, today it will just have to do.
Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
Chamblee54 
I’m glad you survived and glad you were having breakfast such food. Surely easier to clean than say, lunchtime cream of mushroom soup, or something of the sort…
Yikes! I’m glad this one had a happy ending.
Is this the sort of “happy ending” they mention in the adult personals?
Wow, close call!