When life goes from bad..... to worse

Just a quick catch-up. I am in the school musical this year. I am the VP for honor soceity. and I am doing choir! yay!

So on Monday I told my mom i needed treats for musical practice. So we made chocolate chip cookies, and some had walnuts for my dad to take to work. We didnt make enough just chocolate chip cookies, so i took a few walnut cookies also. I even labeld the bag with the walnut cookies so i wouldn't eat them, and i knew a few people who were also allergic to nuts. In the musical there are about 40 people participating in it, so after i set the cookies down, and all of the confusion of everyone trying to get the cookie they wanted i went to go help clean up. There were 2 walnut cookies left, and 1 just chocolate cookie left. I got rid of the walnut cookies, and i decided to eat the last chocolate chip one. well as I was eating it, i though it kinda tasted a little different. After I had eaten most of the cookie, i looked down and saw a huge walnut right in the middle of the cookie. Then i realized why it tasted differnt. I had eaten a cookie with walnuts in it. No one was near me because i was on the way to the auditorium from the teahcers class room. So i stared freaking out. I hurry and walked back to the class room knowing that it was closer, and that the teacher was probably still in there, and a few of my friends were there. As i was walking back there were on there way there, and with tears running down my face I tried to calmly tell them what had happend.

I tried to stay as calm as possible, because i knew that if i freaked out about it, everyone else would too, and that would freak me out more, and then it would become worse. So we tryed to call my mom, no answer. I called my dad knowing that he couldnt do alot since he was 40 miles away at work, but he could at least make some phone calls for me and tell me what to do. So i sat there in a panic with my friends waiting for kolton to show up and take me home. I had to constantly remind them that i was not going to die, and that i would be fine. I had to eventually tell them that if they didnt stop worrying about it then it would become worse. When kolton picked me up, and i went home and took some benedryll. My mouth hurt a little, and i had a little shortness of breath, but nothing big. It was a scarry experence, but it taught me to always look at what i am eating. Just dont assume things.

I want to give a big thanks for all of my family alwats being a big part in my life, and being there to help me. I love living so close to so many relatives, so they can be there if everyone else is busy. I am glad i have a great brother who can drive and pick me up, and a great dad who knows what to do even in situations like that. And a mom who knows how to calm me down when i am freaking out. And all of my aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins that i can call to help me when the rest of my family is not able to be there. And all of my friends who were there for me when i needed them to sit with me, and help me when i needed it. Thank's to everyone who makes such a great impreesion in my life. I appriciate everything you do!