back to life, back to reality.

i know you will find this very hard to believe but the week leading up to the wedding was quite dramatic for one shayna dunn.

the saturday before we departed, we received a letter from animal control of olathe indicating that a complaint had been made against us and our lack of concern for our dogs barking. needless to say, we were LIVID. i wish i had the letter with me so that i could transcribe the verbiage but the point was "you neglect your dogs". holy goodness of everything, you should have heard the voicemail i left the "animal control officer". when i finally spoke with him on monday, he was actually very nice and explained the process of a complaint. the complaint was anonymous so there was nothing that animal control could do other than send the letter. i told him that i was very offended by the term "neglect" because my dogs are my babies. we have a corner lot and they bark when people walk by. i'm not leaving them out at ungodly hours or anything like that...he said that a neighbor probably had a bad day and my dogs bark annoyed them and therefore he reported the noise. come to find out, our next door neighbor received one, too - so obviously someone is just being a big fat dick head.

on tuesday, john was cleaning the kitchen counter as he usually does using his most prized possession, "cleanliness is next to godliness" from trader joe's. a few minutes after he cleaned, my lips and tongue became incredibly swollen. i wasn't sure what caused it. i thought it might be an allergic reaction to something i had earlier in the day so we ran to walgreens to get benadryl. after taking the benadryl, i felt as though my tongue was worse, i told john that we should go to the er. something about john that you may not know...he's incredibly calm. here i am with my tongue swollen so much that i can't even close my mouth and he's dilly-dallying around the house. i'm pretty sure that i will die in the car on the way to the hospital because he's taking his sweet ass time. once get on the road, it feels like it's taking it forever to get there and my tongue is getting worse by the second. i call john's mom but can't even talk at that point. i hand john the phone and he asks her if we should pull over and call 911. she tells us to proceed to the hospital and just like that, my tongue is not swollen anymore. it was a miracle. the miracle on 143rd street.

at work the next day, i noticed that it was starting to swell again. i went down to visit my coworker who used to be a nurses aid and she told me to go to the doctor. luckily, my doctor's office has a walk in service so i left work and headed there. i didn't get to see my doctor, i saw the arnp who works for the practice. she was super nice and told me that i had an "allergic reaction". NO SHIT. it didn't take an advanced degree to tell me that. they ran some preliminary allergy tests and gave me prednisone (steroids). when the allergy test came back, it showed an allergy to cedar. CEDAR. so i start thinking about what i could have been around with exposed wood. i couldn't think of anything. when i got home, john informed me that he had conducted a "science experiment". it turns out that his beloved, "cleanliness is next to godliness" cleaner has CEDAR OIL in it. so instead of throwing it away, the jerk face cleaned the kitchen with it again. needless to say, a few minutes later i was puffy again. after a few days, the swelling finally went down and my tongue has been back to normal ever since.(knock on wood - no pun intended).

unfortunately, i really need to get some work done so the rest of this update will come over the weekend...