Enjoy your family, life & cigar because you never know......

[droy1958]

Rewind to last Thursday evening. Sitting out back shooting the shit with y'all. Log out, toss a couple of filets on the grill and have a wonderful dinner. The wifey bakes up some Macadamia nut cookies. I don't eat a lot of sweets, but if I'm going to have a cookie, that's the one for me. Chomp a couple of them with a dose of milk. A minute later I start to itch on my back, and start getting a dose of hives. I take a couple of Benedryl. By the time I get those down my tongue starts to swell. I tell the wifey to get my narrow azz to the hospital. By the time we get there, air is at a premium. My tongue is now swelling outside of my mouth and according to my wife, it looks like I have two baseballs in my neck. They run me straight in and start hitting me with Epi pens STAT. Still fighting for sweet sweet air. They try to bag me, but I'm too swollen to bag. They are trying to get a boot/tube up my nose, but are having trouble with that also. The freekin' lights are flickering on my ass and I'm doing my best to not die a horrible death in front of my wife as I didn't want that to be the last thing she remembers about me, as I discovered that when you can't breathe, you want to flop around like a fool. I kept thinking that I need to die a peaceful death in front of her. Next thing is there's a surgeon getting ready to trach my neck. I heard my wife say not to and I'm thinking, trach me, trach me, trach me! About that time, they finally get the boot up my snoot and sweet sweet air comes slowly into my lungs. I got a three day stay at the most expensive hotel in the city. I guess I'm saying enjoy every day as you can have something as simple as a friggin cookie take you out......