You should know straight off that I love strawberries.
My sister, Cheri, and I make homemade strawberry jam each summer.
I make fresh strawberry pie for the 4th of July every year with real whipped cream.
Strawberries and Greek yogurt are my go to breakfast.
Until 3 days ago.
When I got weird leprosy like hives on the backs of my hands.
Which I thought came from a new antibiotic I was on.
Not from the strawberries on my grape nuts breakfast cereal.
My doctor was as perplexed as I was at my visit with her yesterday,
changing my prescription and saying, "Give me a call if anything changes."
Last night after I had a bowl of strawberries and yogurt
my tongue started going numb....and then the roof of my mouth....
I became alarmed when my throat started to get in on the action.
I started popping Benadryl tablets like M&Ms,
I grabbed my son's epi-pen and Scott raced me to the hospital.
At the speed of 25 miles per hour.
Special thanks to the granny driver who was directly in front of us.
Our marriage may have unraveled a bit in that 7 minute drive.
He was being loving and spiritual praying for me with a gentle hand on my knee,
Unbeknownst to me, I don't enjoy a hand on the knee
when I am staring death in the face.
I told him, "Don't touch me."
He looked surprised and hurt and said, "I'm trying to pray for you."
And I said, "I'm sorry...it's making me anxious...here, hold my hand....
can you drive faster?"
He said, "I won't tell people if you die in the car that your last words to me were
"Don't touch me."
I think it is safe to say he would have gladly stabbed me with Addie's epi-pin...
to save my life, of course.
Needless to say after a 3 hour stay in the emergency room, an iv,
a breathing treatment, a round of steroids,
and some chatting to repair our wounded marriage,
we were on our way back home.
I now own my own epi-pen.
When I told the boys that they gave me steroids, Will perked up and said,
"Hey, Mom! At least you are not a boy so you don't have to worry about
your testicles shrinking." Good point.
There is always an upside, people.
I'm alive. Praise the Sweet Lord.
I'll take breathing over strawberry jam any day!