Today I feel like a truck hit me.
I didn’t need it but count myself lucky that when I began to go into anaphylaxis shock I was at a neighbors just up the street from the Fire Station.
The guys were also at Fire Station 49 and not on a call–so things turned out well. I doubt I would have made it to the hospital otherwise.
Local fireman Eric made a good call with the benadryl and my hallucinations and some of the other symptoms (closing throat, wheezing) subsided pretty quickly.
The ambulance ride was entertaining to say the least. They didn’t use the sirens–which was probably a good thing.
I also had a few odd symptoms on the way and was pretty disoriented but the symptoms subsided with subsequent treatment.
My body was still reacting and I watched hives and a rash get worse until they gave me more benadryl and steroids.
My brother (a battalion chief up North) told me what to expect as I sat propped up in the Emergency Room until they were ready to release me.
Glad that Eric didn’t choose to use the Epi because I’d probably feel worse. I am also glad my brother explained it all because they were too busy on Facebook at the ER to explain things or to actually help me out–my friend that came over did.
Anyway, it is good to be alive…but today, I feel like a truck hit me and I might feel that way for a couple of days so I won’t be blogging much.