With plenty of errands to run and tasks to get checked off my list, I didn't give a second thought to the abrupt morning wake up call I had experienced. I just went about my day as planned. Half-way through the day, I had a massive itching attack that caused me to pull over on the side of the road. It felt like I had bed bugs crawling all over my back, neck, and scalp. I chalked it up to "peeling" noting how my suntan was turning into a not-so-suntan anymore. No time to waste or worry I thought.
When Ryan got home from work, I told him about my persistant itching and commented how I thought my sweater must be an ally to my peeling situation. He laughed until he saw my back (which I had yet to examine). Swelled to the max with white bumps and red patches. Perfect. I was having an allergic reaction to something, but funny enough I am not allergic to anything that I am aware of. I generally pride myself on that point. He sweetly ran out to get benadryl and oatmeal bath ingredients.
By the time he returned a half hour later, my lip had been attacked by a horrible case of poor botox. Literally, I could not talk because it was swollen so badly. Then I couldn't breathe all of a sudden. It felt like I was gasping for air and was only able to get air by coughing profusely. So to the ER it was.
Let me first explain to you how much I hate doctors, hospitals, ERs, IVs, and all things relating to the forementioned terms. I paid my dues at 9 yrs old when I nearly died and was told I would not be seeing my 10th birthday from the lovely doctor. Therefore, I generally boycott going to see a doc or to the hospital. Even when I have had a 103 degree temp. I just don't go. End of story. They freak me out. Make me hyperventilate. And overwhelm the hell out of me. But I was so scared about not being able to breathe and itching all over (by this point it has spread to my arms and stomach), that I had to get checked out.
We got to the ER and they didn't even wait for me to fill out the paperwork before sticking several IVs into my little veins. They pumped me full of benadryl, pepcid, and steroids. I also received a breathing treatment that helped slow my heart rate and allow the lungs to relax. "Are you pregnant?" asked the doctor. With giggles we both said it wass possible but highly unlikely. He tested anyway. No little Thompson for us just yet btw...
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| so not getting botox. ever. |
After a few hours, the redness, swelling, and itching went down and we returned home with lots of meds and instructions on how to administer them. The next day seemed to be better when I rose without itching or burning. Clearly I spoke too soon because within in a hour of waking up, my entire body was covered in hives. Far worse than the day before. All over my legs, my hands, my feet, the bottom of my feet, on my chest, in my crotch area. Has your crotch area ever itched? For guys it is fine and dandy to tickle your man piece should it bother you. For women, not so becoming. Try standing in the pharmacy section of Walgreens trying to figure out how to get the itching to stop without looking like a creep. Horrible. Then I had to scratch my arms so bad that I looked like a junkine needing a fix. Delightful experience.
I spent the entire night Friday awake itching all over my body. Itching = no sleep for this girl. I felt like my body was being taken over by aliens. The more medicine I took, the stronger the hives became. Ain't hives grand?! Oh and we had a flight to catch Saturday morning to NYC. Great timing. So pumped full of meds, we made our way to the east coast with only a few mild attacks. Thank heavens. Finally by day 5 my hives subsided.
The report seems to be a mix between a rare, delayed food allergy from something I hate in Fiji and stress anxiety. Looks like I'll need a little retail therapy to relieve my stress!
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