I promised myself that I would always be honest here, so here goes...a sneak peak into my crazy side.
There I was, walking through the grocery store, when my phone rang. It was Matt. No big deal (not that you aren't a big deal, honey. I promise you are a big deal.) The conversation went kind of as follows...
Me: Hey do we have flour?
Me: Do we have sugar?
Me: How about brown sugar?
Matt: Nope, no brown sugar.
Both of us: Blah blah blah....
Matt: Well, I got stung by a wasp for the first time ever. Apparently I'm not allergic to them.
Me: What?! You got stung?!
Matt: Yeah. It sucked. Will you see if they sell wasp spray at Hy-Vee?
Conversation over. I finished my shopping and then made my way toward home.
As I pulled into the neighborhood all of a sudden I thought about the comment "Apparently I'm not allergic to them." My mind started to go to places that I never would have imagined. What if he WAS allergic to them? What if it was a delayed reaction? What if he wasn't ok? He'd never been stung before...we had no way of knowing. I prayed as I drove. I knew I was being crazy, but I couldn't help it.
I walked into the house and announced that I was home....no answer.
I said his name a few extra times....no answer.
My heart raced as I made my way up the stairs two at a time.
There he was, putting away laundry in our closet. He hadn't fallen victim to anaphylactic shock from a wasp sting. He was ok. He was alive.
What the heck had just happened? Why did I freak over something so incredibly ridiculous? Its never happened before. I hope it never happens again.
Its crazy what losing a child will do to you.