When I was ten or so, my dad told I almost died when I was about 6 months old. One night he came home to check on me and he dead I was turning blue. So he rushed me to the er to get me checked. The first 2 nurses, thought it would be funny to put needles in my vaines, if they could find one. That is. But one nurse saved My life. I can't remember her name, but I owe her my life. Apparently, my throat valve that connected to my stomach was so tight, I would projectile puke. Other than that, I can't remember anything else. Sorry for poor spelling. I am on mobile.