Disapprobation manifesting itself in my mind as almost a physical presence.

In fact, I visualized it as a shoe - a loafer specifically; the type that may be worn by middle-aged businessmen, black and highly polished. A loafer leisurely but accurately crushing my larynx - which in my head image is made of a material quite similar to fried won ton. Though not nearly as sinful, it produces the same satisfying crunch. (satisfying for masochists)

Lost in the imagery?

You're lucky.

I can still feel it quite vividly.

Of course, it may probably just be the cough I've been nursing for a week now.