Yesterday I went to work and helped out some sweet ladies with complicated pregnancies. I got out of work late because I wanted to prepare for the arrival of a lovely family who will likely say "hello" and "goodbye" to their precious baby on her birthday, today. Planning ahead can really make a huge difference for my families who are the anticipating a sweet, but mostly heart wrenching experience of the birth of a critically ill baby.
(They can certainly use many prayers)
As I left the hospital, I pulled out my cell phone to call my hubby. My voice sounded odd to my own ears. The thought went through my mind, "Am I tired? I sound exhausted."
Well, within 5 minutes it became clear to me that, no, it was not exhaustion, I was going into an allergic reaction. As I was only a few minutes from my own hospital, I decide to turn the car around and head back. An Epipen is a must for my purse, so I pulled it out, just in case things worsened.
Thankfully, I had not driven far, so I arrived quickly. There were no parking spaces, so I pulled into an ambulance spot and dashed into the Emergency Room. At this point, I was in anaphylaxis. My voice was thick and raspy. My chest was tight and it was getting hard to breath.
I tell you what...it's a good way to get taken immediately into a room. Let's just say, I caught their attention.
2 IV's+Epinepherine+Decadron (steroid),+2 breathing treatments+on H2 antagonist+and a nice big dose of IV Benadryl +3 hours=A return to normal.
My doctor said, "Do you get a skin rash when this starts?,"
"Nope," I replied.
"Oh good, you just go straight to life threatening symptoms," he half joked.
What had caused it? Well, you may remember that last August brought a huge change in my health, out of no where. Click her if you want you'd like, to read a brief post on my problem.
But what triggered me yesterday? Not really sure. Something in the air...maybe it was the carpet cleaner that I passed as I zipped through the halls at the end of my long day.
Well, I must say, I could title this post:
"Vanity or Breathing. A difficult choice."
You see, 2 weeks ago I mentioned to my allergist/immunologist that I thought that my light steroid was making me fat (In general, and in weird places, like my wrists). Things had been going great since November with my allergy, so I asked what he thought of going down a bit on my dose.
Two words:BIG mistake!
This may become my new look:
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