Last August was the start of a very frightening chapter in my life.
I developed a severe allergy to fragrances.
Air Fresheners, perfumes, colognes, and many fragranced products began causing me to have severe throat swelling.
At first, I wanted to believe it was “a fluke”…I was not that fortunate.
I found myself in ambulances and emergency rooms, not as a nurse, but as a patient.
"How could this be happening to me?"
(Can you say OUCH!? )
I started carrying these:
High doses of steroids left me feeling strange and eating like a high school football player. The weight gain was unpleasant, but it seemed that I had been cured.
Mid-September through mid-October went well, until I was in Florida for a bereavement convention (OK, no comments) when suddenly the allergy was back with a vengeance.
Soon I was on Zyrtec, Claritin, AND Singulaire daily. If I started to get a reaction, I took Tagamet, Benadryl, Albuterol and if things got out of hand (which they did often) I would give myself an Epipen (or 2) and call 911.
I was desperate to keep my life, my lifestyle, and my livelihood.
Many people prayed.
(THANK YOU FRIENDS & FAMILY)
I went on a 6 week diet of no sugar, no flour, no yeast, and for a long time, no fruit.
I did this:
(Let’s say it together- “OUCH!” )
But by the grace of God, something fairly simple has minimized my reactions:
I am so thankful to have my life back.
When things were going bad for me, one of the most “dangerous” places for me was church. When women get dressed up for church, they have this special little thing they like to do:
Heavy perfume still gets a bit of a reaction going, even today.
So if you see me wandering the halls of church, slipping into the crying room without a baby, sitting in chairs in hallways listening to the service via speaker, you will now know why…I am afraid to go to church.