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Aww Nutz

The last bite of meatloaf tasted just as good as the sixteen before it. I started shoveling a mix of mashed potatoes, corn, and gravy into my mouth. I had to eat as fast as possible if I wanted to be able to pick out my dessert before my brothers and sister. It was always a race to the finish, and being the youngest I rarely got my first choice at dessert. Despite this, I was determined to be the first one to get dessert tonight. I put down my spoon and shouted a muffled “I’m finished!” through a mouthful of food. My mom looked at me and chuckled.

“Okay,” she said, “Go ahead and get dessert, Adam.”

I ran over to the sink and rinsed off my plate, then I turned on my heel and opened the freezer. I had my choice of any ice cream I wanted, but I knew exactly which I would choose, Raspberry Sherbet. It had been my favorite ice cream for years. I snagged it from the freezer and set it on the counter. Right before I could take the lid off of the container my mom reminded me I needed to take my laundry upstairs to my bedroom. I regretfully stepped away from the container of deliciousness and went into the living room where my clothes were waiting for me.

As I grabbed my stack of clothes I felt a tickle in my throat, but I dismissed it as nothing. As I started to ascend the stairs to my bedroom the tickle got worse, I felt the need to cough but even coughing did not make the tickle go away. As soon as I set my clothes on my bed, I felt my breathing falter. Each breath was getting tougher than the last. I didn’t know what to think, it wasn’t like the normal asthma that I got, but I decided to try my inhaler. I walked down the stairs and when I got to the bottom of the staircase I felt like I was breathing through a very thin straw. I turned the corner toward the kitchen and looked at my mom, she immediately knew something was wrong.

I started to panic, I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. I felt my airway get smaller and smaller each second. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that my face was covered in obscure bumps and was very red. As my breath faded, so did my strength. I fell to my knees and saw my mom reach for the phone and start punching numbers. Next, my vision started to wane. I could see less clearly and I couldn’t hear anything clearly. Now I really started to freak out. My dad ran over to me with something in his hand. He pushed my body onto the floor, lying me flat. I saw him raise something that looked like a pen and that’s when I lost it.

I started flailing, I was yelling, I was trying to get away from my dad. I was fighting for my life as he tried to attack me. My mom came over and held me head as my dad held onto my legs. I was barely audible and my consciousness was beginning to fade. The last thing I saw was my dad stabbing me in the leg with this pen he was holding. Then I felt a surge of energy come over me and I could breathe a little better. I looked up at my mom but she didn’t stop holding my head. As my senses started to return some paramedics walked into my kitchen.

The paramedics told me that I had gone into anaphylactic shock. If I had fought my dad a little longer then I would have most likely died. The only thing that didn’t make any sense was that I was only allergic to tree nuts. But my supper did not consist of any tree nuts. I had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, gravy, and corn. There was nothing I ate that should have brought me so close to death. The only solution we could muster was that something was packaged with equipment that handles tree nuts. The chances are slim, but it could happen to me any day and I would never see it coming.

After the paramedics left my older brother Daniel came into the kitchen and got a glass of water. He looked at me on the ground and said “Did something happen in here, what did I miss?” He had no clue his brother almost died.