Scary stuff

Hi there, y'all. Last night I had a dream that I went over to my friend Katie and Sarah's house for a sleep over, but I had forgotten it was a sleep over and didn't bring any of the stuff required for one. It was weird. Well, getting on with it, the scary stuff was that I was having trouble breathing recently. Sunday night I was sleeping, and woke up with a stomach ache. I took some medicine for it, and felt better. Then I had trouble breathing through my nose, so I took some medicine for that and I felt like it had gotten stuck in my throat or something, because I felt like there was a lumpy thing in my throat. So I got all scared and went on my computer to look it up. This was at 2:30 in the morning, mind you, and I was tired. Looking on my computer was a mistake because I got all freaked out that something bad was happening to me and I got all worried and stuff. So then I looked in my throat and since I had never really looked at a throat before, I didn't know what was usually there and what wasn't suppose to be there. Anyway, I got even more freaked out, so I used my computer to distract myself until 5:00 when I got to sleep till 9:00 AM. My mom looked at my throat and saw there was something on the back of it. It was a tiny white spot, and she decided it was probably mucus. When my dad got home from work that day (it was Monday now, remember) I told him about it and he said I probably had an allergy to something I ate. I had eaten some weird pasta I had never had before on Sunday. Before dinner they had me take allergy medicine for it. Monday night I was worried about it before I went to bed, so mom suggested I take a different kind of medicine for it for insurance. Dad wasn't sure I should take anymore till I actually felt it bugging me, though. So I waited. I was sitting in bed later that night though, and I was having another case of difficult swallowing and breathing a little, too. So I took the medicine. I wasn't at all sure if it was the right thing to do, though. I didn't want the medicines to effect each other in some bad way. It was fine, though, because here I am, alive to tell the tale. Lucie