House arrest

The Saturday market was beautiful, the summer fruits are plentiful and it really feels like summer.

A few moments after basking in the glory of the last bite of my last pain au chocolat from Cafe Soleil, I got a wicked headache. Could it have been my body responding to the final chapter of the Cafe? I mean, I've just learned what my body thinks about over consumption of strawberries. Caused by faux drama or not, things began to go downhill quickly. It was the kind of headache that plants the fear of an on boarding migraine. I made it home, threw back naproxen, watered and salted myself. No improvement, I added orange juice. This couldn't happen today! I had a beautiful day ahead of me celebrating the love of two friends, their new baby and more wonderful recent life changing moments.

Flashback.

Enter "Novocaine lip," unfortunately, I remembered this feeling. I was getting face hives again. Convinced that I could conquer this and still go to the party I took more of the prescribed meds, a cool shower and covered my body in sunscreen. My face kept inflating and I began to look like a mole with super thick lips. I was thinking through my entrance at the party and how helpful a burka could have been. I was coming up with funny games we could play trying to contort my face in different ways. But over the next 10 minutes my throat began to feel an uncomfortable pressure, I had a few yawns, coughs and general panic inducing moments. I spoke with a friend, called urgent care, packed my bag with reading materials and went to the clinic. I found the most secluded seat in the waiting room which happened to be facing a receptionist. I overheard half of several phone calls: a rash, a migraine, broken ankle, a potential suicide and someone trying to schedule a massage appointment.

Thankfully, the drama pretty much ended when I arrived. I was seen way sooner than expected (by 2 hours), the doc gave me an inhaler and an express line pass to see an allergy specialist. So I went home, missing the party and reluctantly turned on my air conditioning. Sealing up my house in the summer seems like a sin.

Today my summer fun Sunday was to entail a visit to Jordandal farm with friends. I had also been invited to two wonderful brunches which I was already sad to be missing. Instead I am a puffy, splotchy, itchy mess. Windows closed and a chill in the air I am pretending that it is actually a miserably cold winter day. Snow cone anyone?

P.S. I've been told by multiple insiders that I need not fear and that Graze will take care of my pastry needs. I know they won't let me down.