4, 3, 2, 1.. Happy NUT Year!

Starting the New Year out with a nutty situation seems to be a trend for me.  This Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanah, I was reminded of the fact that you can never trust a drunk woman (or man) with telling you the actual ingredients of food she made earlier in the day, when she was not drunk.  No matter how tempting apple pie may be, unless you have every ingredient typed out in front of your face, do NOT eat dessert without knowing its components.  Reassured by a more-than-tipsy guest at my cousin’s feast for the New Year, I was told there were no nuts in her apple pie, but there were.  Walnuts, to be exact.  Needless to say, Benadryl once again came to my rescue that night, and after a few minutes of separating myself from the situation I was an okay-but-very-sleepy version of myself.

This Jewish New Year reminded me of New Year’s Eve a few years ago.  Over-confident and potentially tipsy, I ate cookies made by caterers at a friend’s house party; I didn’t even think to ask the caterers what the cookies were made of.  BAD CHOICE.  To make a long story short: I ate one bite of a cookie, immediately realized it contained nuts (macadamia I think), ran upstairs to calm down, took two Benadryl, ran back downstairs to take a shot of vodka, suddenly felt like I was going to pass out, and then dove into a bed in my friend’s guest room at her party that I was about to ruin.  Going in and out of consciousness, I couldn’t gain control of my body or the situation.  I knew I needed my EpiPen, which would shoot epinephrine into a fatty body part of mine and ultimately control the allergy attack.  One of my best friends decided to be the hero and stab me with the EpiPen.  However, EpiPens are not that simple: you need to be aware of which side the shot will come out because until it hits your skin the shot is not visible!  With a 50/50 chance of either giving my leg the shot or giving her thumb the shot, my best friend did the latter of the two.  While practically unconscious, I remember her turning as pale as her yellow top, and unfortunately the ambulance was the only thing that could save me.  I’m sure the other guests weren’t happy that the night ended less than one hour after the clock struck 12.  With one New Years Eve party ruined and one friend with a thumb full of epinephrine, I was okay.  But I will never forget that night and never eat cookies from “strangers” while tipsy ever again.


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