Pasting an entry I made on a webboard, since I don’t feel like writing an entirely new entry. Let’s just say that celebrating my birthday with my husband and friend didn’t go quite as smoothly as I had wished…
I woke up this morning VERY thankful to be alive. I suffered through an allergic reaction last night which, after doing research tonight, seems to have been anaphylaxis. I endured three hours of hell during which I couldn’t breathe and my blood pressure went dangerously low many times. It’s a miracle that I survived. Actually, I think the only reason I made it through is thanks to Shawn and my friend Julie, who stayed with me and nursed me through it.
Now, before anybody lectures me on not going to the hospital, there is a bit of background on that. About two months ago or so I had my first ever allergic reaction to–something. We never identified what. I woke up in the middle of the night with my head itching like crazy. It soon moved to my threat and I broke out in hives, got dizzy, and had trouble breathing. It scared us enough that Shawn called 911. By the time the paramedics arrived 5 minutes later, the worst of it was over. They seemed rather unconcerned and suggested I take benadryl and caffeine to combat the effects. They said I could go to the emergency room if I wanted, but that it didn’t really seem necessary.
Erego why we weren’t very concerned last night when the head-itching and hives commenced. Well, we were _concerned_, but not _scared_. Shawn ran across the street from the bar we were hanging out in to get some benadryl, and the bartender gave me some Red Bull for the caffeine value. I took two benadryl, and we waited for it to get better. Unfortunately, it didn’t. It only got worse. But by the time it got REALLY bad we had already taken me home, and anaphylaxis set in, and my mind and body were so fucked up that I couldn’t quite communicate to Shawn and Julie just how bad it was. Not to mention the alcohol in my system didn’t help my coherence factor.
I have never been so scared in my life. I came close to death more times than I care to remember. Had it not been for Shawn and Julie alternatively coaxing and browbeating me, I would have given up the fight a few times and…well, let’s just say I wouldn’t be writing this now.
Needless to say I have instructed Shawn to take me to the emergency room at the first sign of such a reaction again, and I will be making an appointment with my doctor first thing tomorrow. Hopefully she can fit me in soon. I need to figure out what is causing this, and, more importantly, get some damn epi-pen or something to have in hand next time. Fucking Benadryl does NOT work for anaphylactic level reactions. Mild ones, sure, but the kind I had last night need injections of epiphedrine/adrenaline.
Moral of the story–make sure you always kiss your loved ones and tell them what they mean to you. You never know when your time is going to be up.
Needless to say, I didn’t get much (read: any) writing done this weekend. But considering I’m lucky to be alive, I can live with that for now.