Ana had plagued me for the three months prior to Halloween of 2008. Yes, good ol’ anaphylaxis. Being exposed to fragrance would cause me to have hoarseness and sometimes shortness of breath. The doctors told me that these symptoms were due to a potentially life threatening allergic reaction. It was a very concerning time of my life.
By the eve of Halloween I was a mess. I'd been on the verge of a medical crisis all day long. But, I wanted to go pick up some groceries and drop my new prescriptions at the Albertson’s pharmacy. It was a Friday night, and the place was bustling with women dressed in skimpy,and frankly, inappropriate costumes and letcherous men coming to check out women doing their last minute shopping. Dressed in sweats, I dragged my weary self around the store. I wanted to pick up some supplies to make mummy hotdogs in an attempt to make something special of the day for my kiddos.
My allergic reaction went into full swing when I got home and soon epipens were flying and an urgent call to 911 was made.
My memory does not serve me well on what was happening with the kids. Brian was phoning friends to take the kids off to trick or treat and there was a flurry of activity as the kids got into their costumes. I cannot remember what they were for Halloween last year. Sad.
The kids went out the door as I heard the sirens in the neighborhood. I hoped that the kids would be down the street when the firetruck pulled up to the house. The evening would be traumatic enough without seeing the emergency vehicles arrive.
Sitting at the dinner table calmly, I waited for the fire crew to come in the house. As the crew sauntered in, they looked unimpressed and probably wondered why the heck they had been called. That is, until I spoke to them and started to explain the situation. My voice sounded like Froggy, from the old Our Gang TV shows.
Instantly the pace in the room picked up. Monitors were pulled out and medication boxes were opened. The next thing I know a paramedic was jabbing a needle into my hand trying to access a vein that was as small as a thread, vasoconstricted from the Epinepherine.
He got the IV in on the second try and pushed some more Epi and gave me a dose of intravenous Benadryl.
Ding Dong.
“What?” I thought, “Who can that be?”
“Trick or Treat.”
“No way!” I said, as best as I could through my hoarseness.
Everyone in the room exchanged looks of disbelief.
Then, the fire captain shrugged, picked up the bowl of candy from the kitchen counter and headed toward the front door.
Oh my gosh, can you believe it? Parents sent their kids to the door of a house that had a firetruck in the driveway?!
The ambulance arrived a moment later , packaged me up and rolled me out the front door.
As we went out to the drive, I could see crowds of neighbors and trick or treaters gauking at me.
What’s a girl to do? I raised my cupped hand and did the princess wave all the way to the ambulance.
The rest is boring from there…ambulance ride, shortness of breath, breathing treatments, IV bolus of steroids, resolution of symtoms, and signing of discharge papers a few hours later.
The kids missed our family Halloween. Our kind friends had welcomed them to their neighborhood block party, but it wasn't the hours and hours of running door to door, parents in tow, that they delight in.
Epilogue: This year is sure to be better. In August, we journeyed to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. We were desperate for help with my worsening medical condition. To our surprise, we found out that I actually had been misdiagnosed. What I had been experiencing was asthma and vocal cord spasms. The ordeal had ended. I have my future back.
Please go read what the other members of my family had to say about Halloween 2008:
Firehubby's Blog-Sure to be a better read than mine :) (click here)
The Princess' Blog (click here)
16 comments:
I bet those trick or treaters thought that fireman had the best costume!
What a night you had! But you kept your sense of humor, evidenced by your princess wave!
Glad you know what the route of the problem is now!
A night with a different kind of scary. I hope you have tons more fun this year!!
sooo glad you're better. you were freaking us out for awhile girly. hope this year is tons better for the kiddos...and you!
That was quite an adventure. I have severe asthma and just reading this is giving me shortness of breath. You poor thing. This year has to be better. I was in the hospital for my son's 16th birthday with my asthma. Sucks!
Wishing you a perfect Halloween. God Bless.
Firefighters are great! They are always there to lend a helping hand(out). Hope this Halloween goes much better for you.
The princess wave. *giggle* That's classic. Hope tomorrow is more fun than last year!
Wow, what a Halloween! I am so glad that you finally got the right diagnosis! I can't imagine how stressful that time must have been for you. SO GLAD you are MUCH BETTER NOW!
Have a GREAT Halloween this year, can't wait to hear about it!
Gotta love that the fireman picked up the bowl of candy and passed it out to the kids! You have some great guys in your neighborhood. I mean honestly your neighbors must have thought you were having one heck of a Halloween party huh?
So glad that you are well enough this year and looking forward to hearing all about it. Stay healthy and enjoy it all.
Love and Hugs ~ Kat
How nice for you to be able to enjoy a normal, healthful Halloween. It's a blessing that you've been diagnosed properly now!
i hope this year is a million times better my dear!
i look forward to seeing some pics of those cute kids of yours!! assuming they are dressing up.
have a great weekend love!
Im so glad that you have been taken care of since then! Another Halloween like that would send anyone to the ER...;)
Happy Halloween! Love the family blogfest and glad that this one's going to be better for you all. X.
So happy that this year will be better than last! http://www.thefirewife.blogspot.com
Girl. ugh. I'm trying to imagine myself in that situation, and it would just be so awful. To be afraid of what is happening physically (I've had my throat close up once, and I never, ever want it to happen again), AND to not know what's going on with your kids? THAT is about the most horrifying Halloween tale I've ever heard....
I'm so glad it's all better now; I really can't put into words how much I love reading your and Brian's blogs and how much respect I have for you as parents, Christians, and in your respective professions. Stay well, dear friend...
That is amazing that the kids rang your doorbell with a firetruck outside, surely they were older and therefore their parents didn't intentionally sent thme? You can always hope their parents didn't send them!!
Glad this year was better for you!
I don't know how I missed these, but I'm catching up now. I seriously am shocked that kids were still trick or treating with the fire truck there.
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