time for:

number three:

i am {supa} allergic to ibuprofen. yet, still to this day can’t ever remember how to spell the stupid word: ibuprofen. is it an f or a ph?…who cares.

anyhoo, back to the story: i took a half of a pill in 7^th grade because my legs were burning/inflamed w/ fire due to running the mile o’ taylor junior high girls pe aka my lifelong nemesis…{my time was probably about 11:23 btw}…but that’s beside the point.

i went to bed after partaking of the drug to rest my ridiculously sore appendages only to wake up at 1am to discover that my face was swollen to the size of lake tahoe & after a few more hours my throat was kinda starting to close off all anaphylactic shock style. {no worries, breathing’s not important or anything.} mi madre carted me to the ER to be i.v.’ed o’ benedryl/steroids, stat.

moral of the story: my life=drama.

ps…to this day my number one regret in this life is me not allowing my mom to take pictures in all my swollen-eye- shut/enormous-lips/nose-even-larger-than-normal state/glory. ‘cause i’m pretty darn sure that would have been a rather comical photo shoot.