Om going to sounds unbelievably stupid.
I am, buy even more so!
I was pregnant with my daughter, I'd stayed at her dads place which was in the next village, neither of us drove, so we needed to get a bus for HD to be able to get to my midwife appointment. The bus timetable showed we would reach town quite a bit earlier than we needed, but I thought we could have a coffee and something nice from Gregg's, would be the only place open anyway.
So we grab coffee and sit outside (twas early December) and I start to talk about the cold, and snow, and putting my tongue out to catch the snow flakes.....
Low and behold...white specks start to fall. And I am ecstatic. ITS SNOWING!! SNOWING! As if I willed it to happen....and I stick my tongue out to catch the teeny tiny snowflakes!!
He wasn't sharing my excitement, just told me to stop.
A few minutes later I say I'm feeling funny. I can't feel my hand. And my tongue feels really strange. My tongue went numb.
I was panicking, I had no idea what was happening, but I think I'll bring it up with midwife in just over an hour, if I don't die!, I was seriously panicking.
Whilst explaining the snow....
Dd dad pipes up, "except what hippo ingested wasn't snow. There was a man on a ladder sawing at painted wood attached to building behind us,
Midwifes face was a picture, as mine must have been.
Allergic shock. Only one worth mentioning. And I'd accidentally eaten paint and wood dust, at 8 1/2 months pregnant.
Felt like a right arse.