This is not me in the picture, but this is a snapshot of a portion of my life every week. When I left work today, I decided to stop off and get my weekly allergy shots before going directly home. Everything was normal during the waiting period in the office after the shots, but I had only been home about 10 minutes before I began to feel strange, so I called the office to ask if my symptoms, not usual allergic ones, could be linked to the shots. Before I could talk very long to the nurse, I knew something bad was happening. They wanted me to come back in and even offered to come and get me, as reactions can be serious.
Luckily, my daughter is home from college, and she took me back, which is a very short drive. Right before we left the house I remember being on the floor putting flip flops on, but that's all. Riding there, I was semi-conscious.
Sidetrack background info as only we ladies can provide during our stories: Back in college, I took four years of shots at the university to save money, and one time they overdosed me, which caused anaphylactic shock, and thus caused a very, very bad scene, one that scared me so badly I'll never forget it. I always say that when I die, I never want it to be by drowning because when I couldn't breathe in that office, it was the worst feeling in the world. You have time to think about what's happening and be scared to death.
So I was very scared today. Anyway, when we got there, they shot me with adrenalin and a pain reliever and did some other things I don't remember. We stayed a long while, then Husband took me home, where I promptly fell asleep from the anti-cramping medicine. And so here I am, a little dazed. I just re-read everything I've written and had to go back to several sentences to make them lucid, so if I didn't make sense anywhere in this post, I plead "drugs."
All that to say, you just don't know what your day holds, do you? I'm reminded of my pastor who occasionally says, "Eternity is one heartbeat away." I wish I could tell you that on the way there, when the thought crossed my mind that I could possibly die because people do from asthma and allergy attacks every day, that I was not afraid. Not so. I was scared and sad. I didn't want to die while poor Daughter was driving me, knowing a lifetime of unpleasant memories would sadden her.
By faith in Christ's identity and because of what he has done for me on the cross, I know where I will be the second after my heart beats the last time. I will not pretend that I'm anxious to die, but I am looking forward to my true home when the time comes, and I know that God will take care of all the loose ends and loved ones back here.
I am still weak and jittery today, so tomorrow I hope to get caught up on posting The 7 Random Things tag, the Purse Contents tag, and the "I Am So You Don't Have to Be" study. I also hope to get around to you and comment.
In the meantime, I'm hoping this reaction is not a punishment for being so mean about American Idol because the results show is on tonight! Ha. I could be covered in boils tomorrow! Just kidding. Have a great evening--make sure you tear yourself away from the computer tonight to spend some extra time with your family. You can bet I will.