It’s been one of those days. The kind where all you want to do at the end of the day is curl up in bed, bury your face in your lover’s chest, and hide. That’s today.

It started out alright. Aside from the pressing and overwhelming duties of figuring out how to pay the bills all on my own, balance the finances to perfection, take Jonas to speech and school, do the grocery shopping, fax some important paper work that should have been faxed last week, call about my daughter’s speech issues yet again, have my visiting teacher’s stop by and reach organizational and creative nirvana so I could actually get some work done, I was really ok. Overwhelmed, but ok.

Then I ate gingersnaps. My homemade gingersnaps. The best gingersnaps in the entire solar system. The gingersnaps that probably stock the cookie section of Heaven’s Chow Hall, because, seriously, they are THAT GOOD. I crammed them in one after the other while running out the door to pick Jonas up from speech.

While driving I started to get a tightening in my chest. A nasty, wheezy, hacking, a “perhaps I’ve aspirated something” hacking, followed by an odd tightening of the throat. I ran into the school to get Jonas, picked him up, and right in front of the office came to the very definite understanding that this little annoyance was not going to pass. This irritation was going to require the use of my epi-pen, and all I could think was, “this is going to shoot my day to hell.”

I was right. I ended up in the school nurse’s office, attempting to communicate the situation through a swollen throat, at which point she figured that she should probably just use the epi-pen on me since I was fumbling it through my hands, not really able to think all to clearly what with the lack of oxygen. She jabbed my thigh, which hurt, but not too badly, and within seconds my airways opened and I because nice and jittery. She then asked me who my teacher was and which class I was in. ( Note to self: don’t leave the house without your hair fixed and good coating of make-up- you look like a freaking 6th grader.) I then dialed every number in my cell phone, hoping to find someone who could get my kids and take me to the ER. I had no luck. Finally, I called an off base friend and asked her to call an on base friend to come get me, and she did.

The nice folks at the ER gave me the usual intravenous cocktail, which made me good and loopy. They asked me what I had eaten, and all I could say was, “The world’s best gingersnaps”, which, apparently, I am allergic to. Oh cruel, and unjust world!

I then got a ride home where I sat on the couch, feeling crappy and hung over, until my kids came home, at which point the headache part of the hung over feeling came into sharp focus, and I bailed out and put on a movie, imploring my children to be vegetables. They are good kids and they obliged me. I had a few nice phone calls, a few friends dropped by to make sure I was still breathing and the school nurse even called me at home to make sure I was ok.

So here I am. Kids in bed, tuned in to a movie, me sitting on the computer missing Chris and enjoying a massive, drug induced headache. Just your average day.