So two days ago I was struck by this grand idea to buy ice cream. More like, I suddenly, desperately needed ice cream or there would be fires and screaming. Imagine it's the end of the world, the ice cream stocks are too far away to reach, and you're suffering from PMS x 1000. You're putting on your combat boots and going in. That's how I felt. I had to have ice cream and pity the poor fool who tried to stop me.
Anyway, I rounded up Oldest and made a late day dash to the store. I bought this half gallon of no-name vanilla ice cream. Oh, and all the trimmings to go with it: caramel (for Oldest, not my kinda thing), pecans(for me), magic shell(for everyone), and cones - which no one bothered to eat. The box remains unopened even now.
I bought all the things you know you shouldn't have, especially when you're lactose intolerant and allergic to just about everything on the planet. But you're throwing caution to the wind, so whatever, right? I ate a huge bowl of ice cream with pecans everywhere, and for a while I felt fine. By the time I finally rolled into bed that night, I could already feel the stinging pin pricks on my legs. It was my immune system thanking me for being an irresponsible adult...aka, for being an ice cream fiending cow.
Fast forward to the following morning. I wake up and my legs are covered in red blotches. Oh lovely. I've been this route before, I know it's food allergies kicking my tail. I had to make an emergency appointment at the doctor, and the receptionist managed to get me in the next morning....this morning.
I got up feeling fine and in a good mood, albeit kinda sad because I love ice cream and ice cream doesn't love me back. Boo hoo. Despite the unrequited love, all was well, because I knew what to expect from my doctor on this score. I'd be put on a Zpak and a round of prednisolone and be sent home for my efforts along with a warning to avoid eating everything but pure meats and vegetables because I'm allergic to everything else. Some foods, I can just touch them and my hands will break out. I'm just sayin'.
I got dressed, joked around with hubby for a few minutes, and after a few cups of coffee, I went on to see the doctor. A perfect morning. I'm even a little early leaving the house. How about that? As I'm driving toward town, I casually look down to check my speed and that's when I see that my car's emergency engine light is on. *cry*
I made it to the doctor, but Hubby, bless him, he had to come rescue me. He'd taken the day off because he couldn't rest last night. Now he has to spend the day trying to figure out why the engine light came on. All the fluids look good, and the car isn't running hot. Just one more thing added to my list before conference. Meh.
Speaking of conference and writerly things... I finally knocked out the short pitch for my story last night.
Now that I have that out of the way, I can focus on other things...namely these stories I need to wrap up and shove out the door. I keep telling myself, you put a book together one word at a time...