… a stress story.
As mentioned here a while back…I tend to let stress and anxiety get to me once in a while. No matter how much self-talk I initiate in my brain, the glue which sometimes holds it together just doesn’t seem to work and cracks appear; or in my case: ANGIOEDEMA
This is not me…Hubster did take a photo of my face and I shared it with Peggy Anne, the Family Matriarch and two colleagues, but I can’t bring myself to post it in my blog, so thank you random girl on the internet.
I know what you are thinking …how can she let herself get so stressed that she looks like she has a bad case of Lisa Rinna lip. It is easy…you allow things you have no control over to rule your brain. You care too much for people (my students) that it makes you physically ill.
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like my lip was swollen. Two years ago to the date the same thing happened to me and Hubster drove me to the ER thinking I had some kind of allergic reaction to food as he watched my face continue to inflate faster than a clown making wacky balloon animals.
I have only been to the ER a few times in my life…
- concussion during high school basketball practice…wait time 3+ hours with coaches and nuns
- stitches for a nine year old, Son-ster #2… wait time 5+ hours (sliced opened toe while jumping off the kitchen counter to retrieve something up high…no, I did not permit my boys to climb on or jump off kitchen counters…that was his poor choice… occurred on St. Patrick’s Day around 4 pm…ER a bit busy with other members of society who lack self-control while consuming green beer, Irish Whiskey and singing, When Irish Eyes are Smilin‘…by the way don’t knock the green beer, we are pretty certain this was how Son-ster #1 was created)
- whooping cough fit in school during American Education Week…plenty of parents and students to witness me fainting then going out in ambulance…made the news (not kidding, slow news day)…immediately given a triage bay, but then waited an hour to be seen
- swollen face…no one even asked my name before administering antihistamine through IV
It seems if you enter the ER with a swollen face and have not just been in a boxing match you are immediately whisked to the back on a magic gurney ride while a nurse locates a vein that is not varicose in order to get a pic line in you that will leave an epic bruise for weeks on end.
Anyway after all the swelling went down, I waited a week to see an allergist who determined it was idiopathic angioedema brought on by being
desserts stressed. So here I sit today, once again 50 Shades of Swollen; hopped up on Benadryl.
It is another snow day so I am happy to report that I will not be responsible for any therapy my students may require due to my appearance.
No ER needed this time around and I have come to the conclusion (not that I did not know this before), but enough already.
I need to be my own Tony Soprano…
Up until now, my strategy for dealing with stress has been:
Or I get by with a little help from my friends:
I really wish the following when stress occurs:
Have a wonderful Thursday…I will go back to school tomorrow …I might try wearing a puffy vest to compensate for the puffy face.
Enjoy your today…while I bask in the glow of anti-inflammatory medication.
Next time you see me:
Miracles do happen.