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Oct. 25, 2008
Mike's Probably Going to Kill Me For This...
...But I have to talk about our dessert meeting we went to last night. We met with two other couples in a gorgeous home to discuss the social events our peer group is going to put on over the next year. Both couples were wonderful, classy people, the dessert was delicious, and the meeting went well. We got a lot accomplished. But I walked out of there feeling like the biggest dufus ever. Why? Because somehow Mike and I, mostly Mike, ended up discussing all of our aches and pains with these people! I mean, what??? Who does that? But we did! We were total boors! Ohhhh, the agony of the memory.
It all started when the six of us were standing in the kitchen of this place and somehow the conversation came around to allergies. Oh, I know what it was. The people whose house it was had a little dog and they wanted to know if we were allergic to it. We said no and it should've been left at that, right? You'd think it would be. But one of the women pressed further, asking if we had any allergies whatsoever. Well. That was Mike's cue to talk all about his trouble with processed food and exactly what happened to him last time he ate the chili at the church potluck. I felt like I was in one of those bad dreams where you're trying to run but your body is moving in slow motion. In my head I'm chanting "Please don't talk about diarrhea. Please don't talk about diarrhea." He didn't, but it was touch and go for awhile there. Finally he finished up that story and the spotlight turned on me. "Do you have any allergies?" they wanted to know. "Well, yes." "What kind? Please, enlighten us!" So I admitted that I do have an anaphylactic reaction to certain preservatives. I tried being vague, oh, I tried! But one of the people there...nicest woman in the world...is a question asker from way back, and somehow she got me talking about how the first time I had an episode we didn't know what was going on and an ambulance was called. Oh my goodness, somehow that was like pulling the lever on a slot machine and having hundreds of quarters pour out. The questions just rained down. "What was it like? Would you recommend it or do you think driving yourself to the hospital is better? How did it make you feel being loaded into one? Was it embarrassing? What about the expense?" I mean, I tried changing the subject. I even tried moving to a different room. There was no deterring her. Finally I was like, "Wow. Umm. You really have a thing for ambulances." That seemed to stem the tide a little.
Seriously, though. We have to find a new church. I can't face those people again.
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I'm Sue and I'm happily married to my best friend in the world, Mike. We have three children: Zach (13), Drew (10), and Baylee (7). This blog will be about our homeschooling experiences and just life in general.
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Oct. 25, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Totally not your fault.
I'm glad Mike didn't talk about diarrhea. Phew. And pew.