Wednesday night was amazing.
It was date night and I was taken to see - for the first time - a Cirque Du Soleil performance. How absolutely incredible and exciting and fascinating!!!
Even if we made any comments, I refused to peel my gaze from the stage. There was so much to watch and see and the amount of talent in that tent was literally jaw-dropping. (It even made me want to run away and join the circus as a singer) haha.
Now, of course, that kind of excitement has its downfalls. During intermission I made a beeline for the outdoor washrooms.
There were a few unfortunate circumstances here. The weather was freezing, there was already a lineup, the washrooms were similar to outhouses, and I was feeling already atrocious.
Here is the bright side - they were full-service washrooms that flushed and had clean seats, there was a napkin disposal container in each one, there was a hook on the back of the door for my purse, there were several lines of washrooms, they were gender-neutral so no real difference in waiting times, and it was better that they were in very close vicinity to the main doors.
So - I held the railing to climb up the few steps, walked into one of the stalls, and tried to shut my mind off. I shut the world out and didn't listen to the ever-growing lineup of people, I ignored the guilt of having to take longer than most, I grabbed a handy-dandy doggy bag from my purse and hoped no one would hear my puking...
All of that excitement and fascination just angered my body.
Second half was even more amazing, but I decided to remove my shoes and kind of cuddle up (since no one sat near or behind us), and tried to just relax and enjoy.
Got home and needed to take some extra precautions... There was some minor swelling in my throat and chest.. So my EpiPen stayed on my nightstand overnight along with a plan if something happened and a list of all of the meds I took before bedtime.
Swelling happens every time I get stressed. Sometimes it's in my legs. Sometimes my arms. When something is particularly stressful or exciting, I risk life-threatening throat swells (basically like anaphylaxis). In fact, one of my specialists worded it to me that I am "always on the verge of a life-threatening episode. 100% of the time."
So what's the bright side?
I must have a pretty great life to be always having to worry about throat swells because of being excited and fascinated a lot of the time. ;)