Calorie Monologue

I couldn’t take it anymore, the swollen feeling in my throat was nearing killing me, I couldn’t breathe, and I felt a's though I was a giant balloon moment from being popped.Eating, basic, you pick up your favorite food on the menu, at your local restaurant or store, and you eat it, basic, common human logic. But it doesn't come a's easy to all. Most people can just pick up a random dish and consume it without reading into it, but for people with allergies, like me, it becomes much harder. I have to read the ingredient, and it is just a calorie difference, but one that deals with life or death. It was a nice day, mid 60 degrees, in January, of 2015, and I had just finished a greek salad around 3 when my grandparents asked if we would like a
When I got into the clean car, I bit into the mouth-watering cookie, that I had waited for. Within seconds my throat started to swell. “Daddy my throat feels swollen, I think there is something in the cookie.”
“Like what, Nuts?” He replied.
“I believe so, “ I said with a stutter in my speech.
“Do you have your epi-pen?” My dad asked, speeding up the
Now standing at the point where I am now, I know that a majority of this event was my fault, but at the time, I was so focused on myself, and ultimately how it was the restaurant's fault. My throat was swollen, my lips were itchy, I had hives along my neck, and I couldn’t breathe, my life was in danger.”We are going to stop at Walgreens.” My dad said in a stern way of speech.By this point I wasn’t speaking from the swelling, when we got there my dad practically sprinted in and out of the store, and yet again seemed like an eternity, we drove home, and within in minutes I was home with an ice pack on my face, throwing up, and practically falling asleep in the overdosage of Benadryl.I felt like I was about to explode and it was only getting worse. My mom who was completely unaware of the event came home within an hour of us and practically fainted from the