Well, I have basically been unconscious these past three days, but I am finally feeling better (the wonder of medication...and doctors who know what they are doing) and I am looking less and less like Quasimodo.
For the short version: I had an allergic reaction that started to spread down my throat, making it itchy and hard to swallow. After my family convinced me (because I am my father's daughter and everything is "I'm Fine" or "It's Nothing") I went to the ER and they informed me that it was very good that I came back (I had been at the hospital earlier that morning) because basically they needed to stop the swelling in my throat or I would stop breathing. After an IMMENSELY painful shot, more medicine, and HOURS of waiting to make sure it was working, I finally got to go home...at 3AM.
I feel like it's been my own personal torture camber: the itching, the horrible discomfort, not being able to do anything in fear of flaring up the reaction, missing things and people that I have been looking forward to, and trapped in doors all the live long day. Oh, and missing work at the most crucial time. Waiting this thing out has sucked to say the least, but I realized that the Lord allowed this for a reason...and for once, I may just need to sit and rest.
Pasadena, my home town