Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: well. unlike most fuck-ups, this actually did happen today. this story involves a game. and this game, induces the saltiness within all of us. this particular game is lol. so i was playing a game, tilting off my ass, when all of a sudden, i realize my thirst.

now let me preface this by saying: i had throat surgery last week, nothing too major, tonsils, soft pallet and uvula all cut up. so i go to take a sip of water, more like a gulp, just after i had died in the game so i was breathing quite heavily, out of anger. i knew i had too much water in my mouth, but i was sure i could swallow it, seeing as i wasn't in that much pain at that moment. the moments that followed were some of the scariest of my entire life. i realized mid swallow, that i wasn't a goddamn snake and i could not unhinge my jaw to open my mouth that widely. and i decided that, trying to stop swallowing the water, while it was halfway down my esophagus, was the best course of action.

*big* mistake. immediately afterwards, i spat (or attempted to) all of the water out into the cup in front of me, and then proceeded to simultaneously cough and hiccup at the same time. experiencing some of the worst pain since the surgery. every stitch was pulled, every muscle spasmed, and i couldn't exactly choose not to breath, in order to stop the pain. now, my brother, who i was playing with on skype, decided to sit there, for all of 15 seconds, not asking for one moment if i were okay, choking, dying, or even attempting suicide. nope, he just hummed along to whatever-the-fuck song he had stuck in his head. meanwhile, i was making sounds that could've been mistaken for childbirth.

my dad, who was just downstairs, heard my ever so slight noises coming from my room, and after asking "are you okay?" about 6 times, (to which i was unable to reply) decided that he should slowly waltz up the stairs to see my state of consciousness. by that stage, i had caught my breath, and was admiring the ability to breath, which i had taken for granted moments before. how silly. the story finishes with me getting back in my game, further tilting off the face of the planet, half expecting questions from my brother as to what had happened in my 30-second catastrophe that could have been a 9 on the richter scale from my point of view. he said nothing. the game was lost, but i had lived.

TIFU by accidentally almost drowning myself.