Series of Unfortunate Events

We have had a streak of bad luck over here at the Sims household. On Thursday Henry ate peanut butter for the first time by accident. Henry has a class IV peanut allergy, which is considered life-threatening. Anything above a class II means 100% chance of reaction if exposed. Chad took Henry to a park to play and a boy offered Henry some Ritz peanut butter crackers. Chad was talking with the boy's father, and when he glanced at Henry, he had two crackers in his hand. Chad asked Henry if he had eaten one and sure enough, yes. Chad rushed him to the car and by that time Henry's mouth was hurting. He was blowing, as if his mouth was burning from eating hot sauce or something. We have an action plan from the allergist that tells us whether to give the EpiPen or Benadryl, based on the symptoms. Since he wasn't wheezing or having trouble breathing it was Benadryl. As soon as he got the Benadryl the symptoms went away. Thank goodness we carry that stuff everywhere we go! I was actually a little relieved, thinking that maybe he will be fine if he has peanuts again. But after reading some message boards I found out that those Ritz crackers don't contain much real peanut butter. I never thought I would be thankful for processed foods, but this time I sure am!

Yesterday I took the day off for a doctor's visit. They ended up having to draw blood, which I hate. I'm usually just fine if they can find my veins right away, but this time they couldn't find anything. (I have had this problem many times before, and sometimes they have had to draw blood from my feet or hands.) Finally they got one, but nothing would come out. At this point, I started to feel clammy and faint. I asked if I could go to the restroom and on my way down the hall I started walking funny. It felt like my head weighed 1,000 pounds. I passed out and hit my head on the frame of the bathroom door. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by nurses and doctors. I was bleeding and dizzy. The doctor told me I had a pretty bad cut that needed stitches. Because of the location, she did not want to sew me up. They ended up sending me to a plastic surgeon to get five stitches. I look like a boxer or a victim of domestic violence, and I feel pretty embarrassed about the whole thing. The stitches come out on Thursday; I am hoping the scar won't show too much. I was thinking about getting some purple eye shadow for the other eye. Any shade suggestions? ...lilac sky? ...purple indulgence?

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