I'm getting weak. And not physically (well, actually I'm weak physically, too). Anyhow, during our nightly struggles to get Lola to eat anything other than French toast, waffles and string cheese, I keep eyeing the jar of peanut butter in the cupboard.
She loves toast - and I really think she would like peanut butter. So it is a tempting idea.
But I haven't done it yet. I'm terrified.
Several years ago, I went into anaphylactic shock. It started about 9 p.m. when I called my mom to say I was itchy all over and by the end of the 2-minute phone call my tongue was beginning to swell. I called the ER nurse, who told me to come in. Ray and I got in his truck and drove the five minutes to the hospital. By the time we got there, I was pale and weak. The ER nurse took one look at me , skipped registration and got me on a gurney just in time for me to see the doctor very quickly approaching. That was the last thing I remember; I passed out. I came to a few minutes later, when Ray lightly touched my bare foot.
I figure it was about 15 minutes from itchiness to unconsciousness.
So I'm scared for Lola. I mean, I'm fairly certain she will be just fine. But ... there is always that but...
Lola doesn't go to the doctor until her 2-year appointment. So I'm hopeful I can hold out until then. But, still, the idea of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches is so tempting!
- Bethany :)