To be honest, I really thought I would die because I had an allergic reaction to strawberries. I didn’t know that I had drunk strawberry juice. So let me tell you how it happened. My roommate Klemen and I went shopping, and I didn’t know that even if there aren’t strawberries on the front of the bottle, the juice can still contain strawberries. Freaking France. Now let me tell you how the eight hours of misery happened. In the middle of the night I woke up and felt like I had the Sahara Desert in my mouth. I went to the fridge, and you know that feeling when you are still half asleep. I opened the fridge, drank the whole 1.5-liter bottle of mixed juice, and went back to bed. After about 15 minutes of sleeping, my body started itching like I had a thousand ants crawling on me, and it was burning. I went under a cold shower and it helped for about two minutes so I could fall asleep again. Then I slept for about 15 to 30 minutes. In the morning I tried to get my medicine, because I had forgotten it in Slovenia. I know it was one of the worst decisions of my life. At the first pharmacy they didn’t want to give it to me, even through Google Translate. So I went to the place where I work and asked my coworker if he could help me get my medicine, and he did. They got me my medicine and gave me a free day, and I’m really grateful for that.
I would like to say thank you to Zamir — you saved me from three days of hell. And thank you to Midas for giving me a free day.
