reply to post by TravelerintheDark
S & F. You pushed my memory button in a very personal way.
When I was a little kid back in the sixties (yeah: I'm that old) I was pretty sickly.
My mom and us kids were visiting my aunt and uncle about two months after my father had died; us kids were playing outside while the adults
"talked", no doubt about what a young widow was going to do with a house full of kids and no husband back then. My oldest sister was in nursing
school at the time and keeping a watch on us; my oldest my brother was deployed in the navy. I think I was seven years old at the time and kind of
small in body mass.
For whatever reason a bee stung me; it hurt but nothing really major.
I was a normal kid except for my health, and I'd fell and knocked out teeth, broke my nose falling from a bike, fractured my arm after being dared -
normal stuff that really hurt that happens when you are a child. I hollered of course, and my big sis was right there.
I started going into anaphylactic shock - ATS update your spell checker: I know how to spell that one, believe me. You get weak as a kitten and cold
and then your sensory starts leaving, calming the panic that tries to erupt as you lose the ability to breathe on your own.
The best analogy is in Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb"
Long story short:
The nearest hospital was 25 miles up the road, but my aunt's doc was only 11 miles or so away. My big sis told them what was happening - none of them
had ever heard of anaphylaxis. My mom 30 years later said the swelling in my face made me look like "a monster"
My wonderful sister, who was almost like a second mom to me due to the age difference, breathed for me and kept me alive as my uncle drove me to the
doctor's office. for a shot.
This is not some grand world-shaker revelation on my part; it is a very personal one that literally made all the difference in my life.
I am almost 50 now and me and my wonderful oldest sister paint together and love little creatures, and with my ladylove, laugh together a lot. It is
always wonderful to visit her; everything takes on a magical brilliance.
I think enlightenment takes many forms. Sometimes grand and sometimes personal and amazing.