On a shiny happy note, Emily's fear of death by peanuts has been eased. Her burden has been released. Her load is lighter. She has cleaned the clutter out of her closet. Actually she hasn't literally done that, but it would be a bonus for me if she did. The blessed Dr. Wong has told Emily that she is no longer allergic to peanuts! We went in for a yearly check up with the allergist and he recommended that we do a blood test to see how allergic she is to peanuts now. He said that she might not even be allergic anymore.
I thought, "Yeah, right."
Well, he was right. And in retrospect I think I should remain open to dear Dr. Wong's intuition and give him props where props are due.
So all that drama and hysterics a few months ago was completely and totally in vain. If only she had known that she could have chosen another topic to drive her mania. I am sure it would have been just as entertaining.
And btw, Jackson still does not want me to write any sort of story, funny anecdote, or even nod at him on my blog. I am most likely in violation of his terms and agreement regarding Jackson stories by even just mentioning this. I will say though, that he is a freshman in high school. I have a child in high school. Just typing that made my joints ache. But even more fantastically amazing, he likes seminary! Will wonders never cease?
