This week I had no intention of participating in Chelsea’s Tell Me Something Good linkup, but when you’re a blogger and you’re feeling thankful, you write!
You’ll have to excuse any typos or weird stuff because I’m writing this from my bed thanks to Benadryl.
Let’s start from the beginning. Thursday night The Mister and I went to the bank to do some account rearranging and then we decided to go get some seafood at a local restaurant. I ordered the gluten-free fish and chips and he had a crab sandwich(he uses mouthwash, brushes his teeth and washes his hands before touching/kissing me). We’ve done this many times successfully before. I’ve always felt safe eating here even with Celiac Disease and a shellfish allergy. Unfortunately last night was different. I ate my meal and then I felt an itch at the back of my throat. Trying to remain calm(and knowing I can go into full blown panic mode when this happens) I excused myself to the bathroom. When I came out, The Mister had paid the bill and we left the restaurant. I’m trying not to panic as we cross the street to the grocery store but I finally say to The Mister that I’m not feeling good. I sit down on the bench outside of the grocery store and just take a second but the itchiness is getting worse and my voice is hoarse. I tell The Mister to call an ambulance.
Luckily for me, the ambulance was just around the corner so it was actually only about a two minute wait for the paramedics to show up.
We ride to the hospital in the ambulance and the itchiness has spread from not just my mouth, but my lips, cheeks, nose and neck. The paramedics were very nice and kept me calm all the while taking my blood pressure and asking me questions about my medical history(and praising my medic alert bracelet!)
Upon arrival to the hospital, while waiting to be seen by a doctor I’m given a ziploc bag of ice to cool my red, itchy skin. Not long after arriving a sweet student nurse put an IV in so that they could get the medicine started. The IV is in and Benadryl is coursing through the IV when the doctor comes in, assesses me, answers my concern about epinephrine and my heart and then injects me with the epinephrine into my thigh. She orders Zantac and another drug to get the allergic reaction to stop and for the itchiness to stop. The Benadryl has kicked in and I’m sleepy so I’m not too sure how long I slept for, but then the doctor came back in to check on me said I looked good enough to go home if I felt okay to go home. So, we left the emergency room around 11:30pm to head home.
So let’s start with my LONG thankful list! These are in no particular order.
I’m so thankful for The Mister who kept me calm while waiting for the paramedics and while I was in the emergency room.
I’m so thankful that the paramedics were so close. They were also super nice and kept me calm while we drove to the hospital.
I’m thankful for the sweet student nurse who I felt like she was doting just on me. I’m thankful when I told her when she needed to put the IV in that I’m not afraid of needles but I like to know when the needle is going in because I have this irrational fear that I’m going to pull my arm away as a reaction to something being stabbed in me that she didn’t have me assessed by a psychiatrist and just counted down from 3.
I’m thankful for the nice emergency room doctor who calmed my fears of epinephrine and answered all of our questions about anaphylactic shock.
I’m thankful to live in a country where my hospital bill was $50 bucks for the ambulance ride. I’m thankful to live in a country that I didn’t have to even think for a split second about how I was going to pay my medical bill or whether I could afford to go to the emergency room. I’m thankful that even when they gave me epinephrine, Benadryl, Zantac and a forth drug, I can still go home to a roof over my head because I live in a great country that for the most part cares about the welfare of everyone.
So, tell me! What are you thankful for today?