I might be dying. Probably not. But right now it definitely feels like it.
Sunday I had a fantastic first experience with an anaphylactic reaction to mixed nuts. Nope. Never had a nut allergy before so that was an amazing surprise.
Today I decided to experiment and had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. (I feel I need to explain there were no peanuts in the mixed nuts from Sunday so I had a reasonable expectation that I was only allergic to tree nuts and not ground nuts, or whatever you call them. This was not the case.) I haven’t stopped leaking and sneezing since. Luckily I have not had the itchy mouth and swollen throat and asthma attack like I did Sunday so I’m still in denial hoping I can enjoy peanut butter and just chalk this up to a horridly allergen-ful Michigan spring.
I have taken two fexofenadine and one cetirizine and have now added a benadryl to that count because NOTHING IS WORKING.
I fully expect my children to regale me with tales of strange utterances and ridiculous requests upon waking in the morn. This is assuming I survive the eve and remain among the living.