Steak House Syndrome

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  • Topic: Esophageal food bolus obstruction, Nurse anesthetist, Rooms
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Steak House Syndrome

What started out as a normal evening of dinner and television, turned into a trip to the emergency room. Let’s just say this was an evening that will not soon be forgotten. Our weekday dinners are never anything to rave about. Roasted chicken with steamed vegetables was on the menu. The local news was playing in the background. David and I were sitting next to each other on the couch eating our dinner David looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “Hey V, watch how I eat this chicken leg.” I was partially amused but at the same I couldn’t help but think that this wouldn’t end well. As expected, David puts the whole chicken leg in his mouth and pulls out nothing but the bone. It was both humorous and somewhat disgusting but at least it was over, or so I thought. I didn’t really react. I just shook my head and turned back to my food and the television. Not more than a minute had passed when David stood up and began to quickly pat his chest. With discomfort in his tone, he turned to me and said, “It hurts.” I knew what had happened before I even asked him. I knew he swallowed too much food because it has happened to me before. Even though I knew what was wrong I asked, “What’s wrong?” “My food is stuck in my chest and it hurts,” he replied. At first I thought it was funny, and I totally wanted to say, “Well that’s what you get.” Instead of being a smart ass, I told him reassuringly, “Give it a few minutes and you should be fine.” Thirty minutes had passed and it had officially escalated from an ‘incident’ to a ‘situation’ and he was not improving. At this point I was concerned and worried. David kept walking to and from the bathroom. While in the bathroom, he was spitting and trying to throw up. While in the living room, he was patting his chest, grimacing and groaning. Of course, I turned to the only thing I could think of; Google. I quickly grabbed my phone to search for a solution or at the very...
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