Monday, the little kids and I met friends at a local pumpkin patch. Pumpkins were touched & admired, corn kernels were shucked, rocking horse was rocked, hay bales were walked on and jumped off, wagons were pulled, pictures were snapped, words were spoken & smiles were plenty. As the day went on, my throat got that thick feeling and I thought, "oh, great! I'm getting a cold!" After dinner the kids were running races around the house timing each other. I realized my tongue was hurting from hitting my teeth and it hurt to talk. {I'm a talker, so hurting to talk is detrimental to my ability to be me.} I looked at Jer and said "I think my tongue is swollen?! It hurts." After looking at it in the mirror it was NOT a pretty sight. So I quickly downed advil & claritin at the same time. {Do not do that at home} Needless to say, after the big kids were sleeping, I finally went to the ER. By this time my tongue was now large ...