It's been a crazy week to say the least.
I almost died for one. Wednesday, just three hours before I left for the airport, I was stung by a Portuguese Man O' War. Now, it was just a baby one -- a blue bubble they call them -- but I had a terrible allergic reaction and started going into hardcore shock.
I got stung on the ankle. Most people compare the sting to that of a bee. That's not too bad for an adult. It hurts, you push through it, and life is good. But after I was stung the pain began to intensify and move up my leg. The sting formed big welts and swelled up. I began to shiver and sweat, and my breathing became shallow. Soon I was nauseous and pretty worried about where my life was headed. Now, I was prepared to wait it all out right there on the beach. I had Alexis on the phone coaching me via Google (I was combing the shore alone this particular afternoon), I wasn't dizzy or experiencing tunnel vision and vertigo. I had a plane to catch! I was NOT about to go to Kahuku and have them kill me (you laugh but Kahuku Hospital does that to you). Soon, however, my kidneys began hurting. The shutting down of vital organs is never a sign of recovery, so I phoned Marissa and had her pick me up.
This is right afterwards--you can just barely see the welts starting to form
In retrospect, I'm very lucky. I knew exactly what to do to prevent the sting from being too severe. I knew what to do to keep my physical stress level in check. I had Alexis there, reminding be to lay down and put my feet up. By the time Marissa got me to the Health Center I was in much better shape and, obviously, I survived and made it to CA, albeit in some pain. Mahalo, Alexis and Marissa, for your kokua!! HA!
The damage one week later
As for CA, I made it there without a hitch.
DAY 1: Coronado Island, the Rhino Cafe, picking up Brit, Fred's in Old Town, the Carlsbad Outlets (where Camille and I decided-after shopping for men's clothing and experiencing new men's frangrances-that we needed some classy gents)and a sweet, sweet reunion among sisters.
Day 2: Spa day, lingerie shopping, In n' Out, Hojo & company, a questionable bachelorette party, and more amazing chocolate chip cookies.
Day 3: The Wedding! Beginning 6:30 and ending at 2:30, the temple, Big D, C Level, a wedding reception where gerber daisies abound, sending my little sister off with her new hubby, Dr. Pepper and new friends.
Day 4: Teaching Primary, Trish & Rob's monthly partay, more new friends, peach pie with a perfect crust, and heart to hearts with my favorite cuz.
Day 5: DISNEYLAND! Pirates of the Carribean, Blue Bayou, Buzz Lightyear, Tower of Terror, Soarin', new fireworks, Dumbo's magic, tears of love, "they light the lake on fire", postcards, and good music.
Day 6: Kayaking in Mission Bay, more In n' Out, sea gull catching, jumping photos and Uno!
Day 7: The DMV, baby kisses, Harry Potter chopstick wands, the Word Shaker and a welcome home.
I'm tired just from typing that bad boy out. In an effort to make the most of my time there I definitely exhausted myself. However, that's okay because I loved my little adventure and am very grateful for being able to go. I'm also very grateful for those of you out there that helped give my sister the most beautiful day of her life. Thank you. They are little words but I don't know how else to express my big feelings. The love I've felt the last seven days is life changing.
Needless to say, blessed doesn't even begin to describe my life.
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