Evil Eggrolls

For all who know me, you realize that I am walking medical disaster. If there is an obscure disease or symptom, I have most likely experienced it. From getting the mumps in college to having the whites of my eyes swell up and fall onto my face, I have pretty much had it all. The latest in wacky medical diagnoses is a possible h. pylori infection, which may be causing all of my stomach problems.

Last night was the first time in a long time that I actually felt hungry. I mean really hungry. The kind of hunger that can only be satiated with a large order of sweet & sour chicken, rice, and and an eggroll....mmmmm chicken. So being the supportive husband that K is, he allowed me to indulge in my greasy fantasy of food. We went and picked it up together and the smell called to me as it permeated through the brown paper bag. Once home, we chose a movie to watch with dinner. (note to self: Do not choose to watch movies during dinner about those whose job it is to clean up after someone has died) Now granted, the movie was slightly slow, but it was not my intention to liven things up THIS much. After eating my deliciously sinful eggroll (which I never get to eat because I ALWAYS give it to K), my lip begins to catch on my braces. "Ouch,"I think. Wonder why this is catching all of a sudden... Well, within a few minutes, I had my answer. Next, my throat began to get scratchy and then a little swollen. I looked in the bathroom mirror, and it looked like K had punched me in the lip and in the neck. I started to panic a little. I have an epipen, but it expired like 2 months ago. As the seconds tick by, K is asking me to make a decision as to whether to take Benedryl or go to the hospital. I choose Benedryl because the thought of needles in my thigh sounds unpleasant. 5 minutes later, everything changes as I lose my airway. I am begging to go to the hospital and wishing for Star Trek powers to teleport me there. I didn't care if they were going to stick a needle in my eye, I needed help!!!

Once there, I get to skip registration and go directly to the treatment rooms. They see that my airway is mostly blocked and a flurry of people surround me. One is taking my blood pressure, one is sticking tongue depressors down my throat, another is trying to get medical history from K, the whole thing was very quick. The doctor jots notes on the bed paper. The nurses leave and return with a few needles. One for my thigh (adreneline) and one for my bum :( (Benedryl). Things begin to calm down and my airway starts to return. I feel jittery from the adreneline and sleepy from all the Benedryl in my system.

At home, my legs are overcome with restlessness. I feel the need to thrash around. I am tired but can't relax. As the hours go by, I lose all feeling in my left thigh except for a sharp burning sensation that penetrates deep to the bone. At 2am I am googling what is happening to me. It appears one of 2 things is going on. 1) they gave me too much adreneline or 2) and this is likely the winner.....I am allergic to the adreneline. Can you believe this? I may actually be allergic to only thing that stops a severe allergic reaction!!!! This is so the story of my life. Weird and bizarre stuff that only happens to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!