almost as good as the black widow story...

I think I shall dub this one.... the.... uhhh... the Hannibal + Me = Anaphylactic Shock Story. Which I even looked up and feel like a total brainiac for the ability to spell "anaphylactic" correctly on the very first try. At 2 in the morning no less. Now, that, friends, takes mad skill. And mad coffee consumption.

Sooooooo..... funny story.... it all started innocently with a migraine headache. Of course, by innocently, I mean ridiculously painfully. It's VBS week (which I'm very involved in)... so attendance was non-negotiable. So I did it. I took my migraine medicine. And my migraine was completely gone within an hour.

The end. Or so I wish. The only problem with this particular migraine medicine... is, well... that it makes you really, really drowsy. No operating heavy machinery for me... well, I did, however, have to still do VBS... and I thought I was going to fall asleep!

Well... I downed some coffee and that got me through the night... but I had no idea what was in store for me at the home I am housesitting at. But first of all, I must point out the fact that I am a tad bit allergic to cats... make that super allergic. This family has many a cat. One of which needs to be given medicine AM and PM.

This cat... let's just call em Hannibal... doesn't really care for taking his medicine. And when, on this first night, I tried to administer it to him, he decided to try and take my limbs off with his claws.

In the end... I reigned champion of pill popping for cats... but it was hardly a victory. I was bleeding and weary... and in the battle... I managed to get quite a bit of cat hair (which was floating through the air like a just blown dandelion) in my eyes, nose, throat... etc.

Now I did mention my little feline allergy, yes? Hannibal had sprawled himself into a supine rest position upon the kitchen floor... and within seconds... I found myself there as well. I could hardly get any breath in (which is one of those essentials, ya know?) and I found that my arms were absolutely on fire where I'd been scratched (which was nearly everywhere). As I was lying there on the kitchen floor.

Now, by chance, my cell phone was quite close and I could reach it. So I decided to call for help.

And here's the part where I'm not sure if it was leftover migraine meds or the freaky anaphylactic shock-esque episode I was in or maybe it was just a typical Christy brain spasm, but I entered into my phone's phone book... but proceeded to dial the phone number anyway. Thus bringing my ending number dialed to the Ws and of course.... I had no idea what I had done.

Yes, I indeed called the first person on my W list (which was not anyone who could help me). I dialed Warren. I hung up. I then dialed my mommy. I begged for Benadryl... she arrived half an hour later... and then I got all better... except... by the time she got there.... I was already calm enough to breathe.

Note to self: Next time DON'T FREAK OUT! It'll save a lot of effort. Hannibal is now a pro at taking his pills... he doesn't give me any attitude or sass... because he knows that I am bribing him with kitty treats. The honey-vinegar thing, huh? Huh? Pretty smart.... if I do say so myself. So, yeppers, peppers, I've got mad skill...

Wanna know what else takes mad skill? I'll tell you. Dropping your purse in the toilet... no seriously. That takes skill.... no ordinary person would ever accomplish that sort of a task. But, you know, it's no problem for me. Though... (and many pumps of lysol later) I gave me old purse a proper burial anyway... arrr. RIP, it was a good purse. But now I have a better (shhh) one.

*Sigh* I love reading now. In college it's easy to dislike reading.... just because you always have to do it. But I just started Captivating... and I must admit I'm pretty captivated by it. I haven't been able to put it down yet. I've just been tearing (well, maybe not tearing, but reading a lot) through the Bible. And I can't seem to get enough. Which I'm sure is a good thing.

I'm planning on a week long fast... not like... food or whatever. Actually it's not so much of a fast, because fasting involves giving something up that you can more focus of important stuff, like God. Except... actually from that definition it is a fast. Nevermind.

Well, I guess I'm more giving up certain things that I didn't really need in the first place. Worldly things.... specifically television (except my college classes!), secular music, facebook, and, yes, even Myspace and also any of those little things (and big things, the ones that some of you, I'm sure, know about) that seem to get in the way. I'm going to put them all aside for at least a week to become a new lump - lol... that's actually Biblical... true dat.


"Clean out the old leaven so that you may be a new lump, just as you are in fact unleavened. For Christ our Passover also has been sacrificed." ~1 Corinthians 5:7 NASB

what they call a christy moment

spending a basquillion years creating a blogging account....

...and then having nothing to say.