“To that end, a tiny camera was inserted through my mouth into my throat, and a blue staining liquid was then poured in. I hated it. The nurses could see my distress and they tried to reassure me. “It’s nothing to fear,” said one. “I’ve tried it.” But what did she know? She was healthy. She had control of her bodily functions. She could pretend to try. But she was in no danger of choking. When the liquid hit my throat, I felt as though I was drowning.”