Pnigophobia, It's An Issue

Much to my chagrin this post is being written while Party Rock Anthem plays from the speakers in my classroom.
It, like Gangnam Style, is popular with the "under seven" set.
My students enjoy the beat, and I try to tune it out. It's easy enough to do, because I can hardly hear it over the rumbling of my own stomach.
I am starving.
Normally I would either eat lunch at the school, or venture out and procure sustenance. Alas, today neither was an option. The menu at the school was fish, rice, and stewed vegetables.
This doesn't sound so bad, right? The fish was more bone than fish. I honestly thought about taking a picture of it. The teachers had to pick the fish out of the bones before serving it to the kids, and even then some of the tiny, needle like bones were still being pulled out of the mouths of the children.
Now, I don't think I've spoken about this to everyone, so let me just amend that situation.
Spiders: Do not enjoy.
Heights: Not a huge fan, although definitely not a huge problem.
Fish bones: Thoroughly phobic.
That's right, world, I have pnigophobia. But not just any ol' pnigophobia. I am afraid of choking on a fishbone. Or even swallowing one.
It really diminishes my ability to enjoy fish, but even more so here in China where meat is considered healthier for you if it comes still attached to the bone.
Just thinking about it triggers that pre-gag reflex, where your face contorts into whatever your "Eww, that stinks" face is, and your shoulders hunch just a tiny bit. Yup. Fish bones are gross.
So, today the food was tainted by fishbones. Like I said, confronted with a plethora of inedible comestibles I would normally just go out and buy something more palatable. Today however the foreign teachers were sequestered in Classroom A, making easter baskets.
I'll have to take a picture of what my fellow 3-4 year-old teacher and I are offering up to our students.
It's pretty pitiful. But, in our defense, when you're only given an hour and a half to design and create 20 easter baskets... well, the product is going to suffer. Ours suffered more than other teachers, but I wasn't hired for my crafting ability.
And anyway, they're only going to be putting about five pieces of candy into these things at the end of the day so I don't care.