My cousin/sister A send me a message Friday that could not have been more fitting:
"We have to give up good things to find great things." I gave up a good thing Friday. And then my Friday got crazy.
So, as some of you may know, I am not returning to the school I teach at this fall. It has been a fantastic 3 years, and I wouldn't trade my time there for anything.
So Friday in itself was emotional, packing up my life there and saying my goodbyes. At the end of the day, I had a meeting with the principal where I turned in my keys and had a chat about how much he has learned about my character this semester. It was tough. We then had an emergency faculty meeting, where we learned that a former colleague had emergency surgery to take out cancerous cells. Outlook: positive but with no further details.
So there came some tears as I climbed in the car to leave for the last time as a Knight. I grabbed for my phone to call my mom, and my phone wasn't there. So I spent the next 30 minutes running through the building looking for it. My friend/assistant coach found it, in the bottom of a box, about 2 minutes before I was suppose to meet D's mon 30 minutes away.
So I called, and met her at the alterations place instead of Target. I was only 5 minutes late for my appointment. 2 weeks ago my dress wouldn't zip. The dress that 3 weeks prior was 4 sizes too big. My seamstress assured me that it would fit Friday because of normal bodily changes. Lo and behold, she was right. I went home with my wedding dress perfectly sized!
On the phone with my mom, I discovered a deer had destroyed a lily and ate the top off my hostas. Vowing vengeance, I marched across the yard to D and informed him that I wanted him to shoot the deer he sees every morning. He laughed at me, and as I turned to go back to the house to unpack my car, I was stung by a bee. Second time in 3 weeks. Bees must love me.
So inside I went, took a Benadryl, 2 Tylenol, and stuck a piece of ice on my ankle. About 20 minutes later, I was really itchy. Like crazy itchy. I told D I was going to take a shower to see of the itchiness went away. The look on his face wasn't good. "ok but you lol awful." Not really comforting from the man I'm gonna marry. One look in the mirror told me he was right. From the upper thigh to my face I was covered in raised bumps with red splotches.
In true adult fashion, I called my daddy. He told me to take another Benadryl and if my tongue felt big, or if my throat hurt to call 911 immediately. Well, my mouth went numb. Not a good sign, so on to the hospital we went. Along the way my mouth felt better, but then my chest hurt. After checking in, I couldn't catch my breath and my chin was shaking up and down as if I was really freezing cold.
Vital signs were all good, and I was given fluids, more Benadryl, and a steroid. After about 3 hours, I was sent home, with a steroid regimen, Zantac (apparently contains antihistamines-who knew?), an epipen, and instructions to "take Benadryl religiously until you're done with the other medicines" and go see an allergist to find out what bee it is I'm allergic too.
Like I said, what a Friday.
