Baby's birthday has come and gone. I tried my best to make his special, even though my birthday sucked. I started the festivities with baking an oreo cake with cream cheese icing. I was going to go cake boss and make his cake into a bass clef, but I knew Caus would be mad at me for wasting cake, especially oreo cake. haha. Next, I wrote 27 things that I love about him on tiny pieces of paper and stuck each one into a green balloon (his favorite color) and put them in his closet. On his closet I wrote, "Happy Birthday Baby! I love..." so when he opened each balloon, he would find something that I love about him.
On his birthday, I had to work, which sucked, but when I got off I took him to Nathan's hot dog stand for dinner. Then, his friends and family started coming over to hang out and chill. By this time, I was tired and a little irritated that I didn't really get any alone time with him, but trying to remember not to be selfish, I did my best to enjoy the party. As his birthday presents, I got him a new strap and strap locks for his bass. : )
For the super bowl, Caus and I hung out with Lauren and Mike, really good friends of ours. They really mean a lot to me because they were there for me when Caus and I were having tough times. We've all been so busy, so that was the first time we've seen them since last year! It was nice to catch up and see their gorgeous new house!
Last week, I had a pretty severe allergic attack. It started on my neck, but progressively got worse. My throat started to close and the rash traveled from my neck to my chest and part of my back. I was so frustrated at Caus because I was trying to call him, but his phone was dead, and he had my car, so I was stuck at the school. I almost called 911, but I knew I couldn't afford the ambulance ride, so I just took a benadryl and took my chances. Luckily, I was okay, but it took the whole night and part of the next day for me to recover from this reaction. I don't know what caused the reaction. I can only make guesses, which I think I've narrowed it down to the soap at the school. Ever since then, I've been a lot more mellow with life. It is so scary to come that close to death. Not that I'm scared of death, I'm just not ready. Even as many times as I think I don't want to be here anymore, I'm really not ready to die. Plus, I still need to fulfill my purpose in life. :)
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