I Didn't Die

Hi.

How are you doing?

Me, I'm fine.  A shocking slacker, but fine.  Good even.  Perhaps even fabulous.

You don't want to read about how busy I've been (which, looking back, isn't even that busy.  How pathetic!), so let's skip all that stuff and get to the goods.  I promise I will post all about Thanksgiving, our totally awesome and stomach-flu-filled trip to Colorado (and I'm not even being sarcastic about the awesomeness of it), Gee's favorite new outfit, scouts, school, science fair...not because you, Gentle Reader, particularly care, but because this is a journal for my family.  And it must be kept up, for the children for heaven's sake.

So:  About the sodium hypochlorite accident.  I survived, you see.  I never even bruised, except the tiniest bit under my eye.  And I have dark raccoon circles under my eyes anyway, so you couldn't tell.  I was very swollen for the first 48 hours, slightly swollen for the next two days after that, and then on the fifth day only I could tell it was still swollen.  The most fascinating (and most disgusting) part was when I would gently press on the swollen parts.  They would CRINKLE loud enough for people standing next to me to hear.  (I totally grossed out my sisters in Colorado with this trick.)  It sounded and felt like I was popping little bubbles, like in bubble wrap.  Gross!  (But secretly so cool.)

I had a little pain on the day of the incident, and that night my arms and legs kept falling asleep, no matter how I moved them.  It was clear to me that they were swelling up a little (maybe from the steroid?), so I nervously removed my rings, but kept my watch on to have a marker of the amount of swelling.  But then I fell asleep, and when I awoke I was still alive and my limbs were back to normal.  Oh, and when we went over the two really high passes in Colorado (Vail and Loveland), I felt pressure in the swollen parts, but it was never painful.

So there you go:  What to Expect When You Have a Sodium Hypochlorite Accident.  Perhaps I should consolidate it into an e-book and sell it on Amazon, for all 14 people per year who might need it.

It is the autumn of odd medical events, for I had my very first migraine on Sunday.  It started with an aura (bright lights in my left eye), and then, over an hour, I started to feel a tightening on the right side of my head.  Then the headache came, but fortunately I was able to take some ibuprofen and sleep it off (yay for Sunday naps and awesome husbands!).  After five hours, it was mostly gone.  I feel really lucky, because if it was a migraine, it was a really mild one.  I do sincerely hope that it is my first and last, because I somehow doubt they will always occur so obliging right after church and my husband's meetings.

The sprained ankle, the dental incident, and the migraine.  Let's stop there, shall we, before I end up with gout.