Last weekend I was at work when I realized something was wrong. I thought my face was swelling and could not figure out what I could possibly be reacting to. I left work and drove to my granddaughter's house and she took me to ER. I knew then it was more than a simple swelling.
OMG. I was on fire. My back started spasming, I was nauseous. My head felt like it was going to explode. It all settled down and I was able to relax. I looked at my finger because it was feeling weird and the tip of my finger was swelling. It looked like a balloon about to pop. I am saying something about it and they looked at my face. My mask was snatched off and they start looking down my throat. Face swelling. Eye swelling, Throat swelling but I was not having trouble breathing.
I'm good.
My fear was dying or becoming incapacitated for a long time. I am not afraid to die, I am afraid of leaving my husband alone. He is not capable of taking care of himself for the long run. What will happen to him? I already know. The vultures will swoop in and pick him dry. He would be unable to get his medicine and no one would care. Well, Brook would but she has her hands full with 2 children and a baby soon to be born.
I have to live.
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