Have you ever had an allergic reaction to something?

Well, I have … now. And let me tell you, it is not pretty.

It all started with an annoying little bump on my back that steadily got more and more annoying to the point when I finally gave in and went to see the doctor. Subcutaneous cyst was the diagnosis — and a greatly “annoyed” one because it had become infected. (I’m convinced that is due to the amazing amount of sweating I do several days a week as I get shredded.) I was placed on a sulfate antibiotic and sent on my way.

All week, I felt “weird” and sort of drained, found it difficult to “shred,” and ended up only doing two days, which is unheard of for me. By Friday, I felt like I had the flu, like my throat was swollen. Saturday morning, I went to put my hair up in a ponytail and whoa — I had big red welts all over the under portion of my arms. Because I’m sporting my summer tan, I hadn’t noticed them on the rest of my arms. Upon further inspection, I had big red welts everywhere.

Having been through an unimaginably awful experience with an allergic reaction  my daughter had with an antibiotic a couple of years ago, I knew what I was dealing with and how bad it would get if I didn’t act quickly. So I slammed down two Benedryl and started drinking lots of water. However, things continued to go downhill, as just 20 minutes prior I had taken the last of my antibiotic, so a fresh batch of allergen was pumping through me. (Many people do not realize you can have an allergic reaction to medicines after taking many doses — be forewarned!)

Suffice it to say that after a couple of hours being monitored in the doctor’s office and a good shot of steroids, I was sent home and told to rest and continue drinking lots of water. I felt really awful and looked pitiful. Any child would have been in all her glory playing with me yesterday. All she needed was a Sharpie pen and an extreme love of drawing “dot to dot,” and she’d be happy for many hours. I felt awful, like I had the flu. I felt really blah.

I spent the entire day resting, reading, and doing nothing. At one point, my husband asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?” And there was something … but I felt so silly asking. He could tell there was something, so he asked again. I grinned and said, “All I really want is cinnamon toast.”

You see, when I was a little girl, my mom used to make cinnamon toast for me when I was sick — a special treat to make me feel better.

When my husband set those two pieces of buttery, sugar-crusted, cinnamon-laced, toasty morsels of goodness in front of me and I took in a deep sniff, I instantly felt better. It evoked a deep-rooted memory of my feeling cared for and loved.

Just goes to show you moms that the acts of love and service we give to our children will stay with them for a lifetime. Now that is sweet!

(And thanks, Mom, for the many loaves of cinnamon toast you lovingly provided through the years!)