I hate you. There. I said it. Plain and simple. I hate you.
I went in for my bee/hornet shots yesterday at 3:20. I got home from the ER at 10. Sigh
My tongue swelled and my throat tightened after the second set of shots. We did an epi-pen, plus 2 antihistamines plus steroids. After laying down for 15 minutes, I still had the symptoms, so we did another epi-pen. I finally got the shakes from this epi-pen and my tongue went down, but not my throat. The doctor insisted that I go to the ER. I asked for my husband to drive me, but NO, she insisted on an ambulance.
I personally hate the attention these things bring. But I really didn’t have a choice. They came, tried an IV on one side, failed, did the other side.Stuck all sorts of electrodes on me to check for things like heart trouble from the epis and breathing issues. Gave me one of those oxygen thingies that go in your nose, but it was too big. Sigh.
The hospital was too busy, so I got to stay in the hallway. Things calmed down in my throat by the time I got there, but the protocol is 4-6 hours from last epi-pen to keep secondary reactions away. It was a fun busy place (okay, not fun), but busy.
Body, I am tired of this. I can’t be afraid of this, but the anaphylaxis is really damn scary. I don’t like it. I don’t like worrying about getting air. This sucks. Can we please let me get some sort of tolerance to this?
In other news, I am in the market for an emergency GPS. I think I found a good one thanks to my friend Chad. Who happened to marry the daughter of one of my supervisors. After I met him. Weird world, no?
Have I mentioned I hate my body?