Sunday morning I woke up with hives. Because it seemed like time for some more drama in our lives and I'm awesome like that. And they got worse as the day went on. They came and went. Monday they got worse. Coming and going. Migrating all over my body from head to toe.
By Monday night, my husband and mother-in-law had me so freaked out (maybe it's this, maybe it's that, maybe they left something in you when they cut you open. seriously?!) I found myself being taken to the emergency room. Where I never even sat down in the waiting room.. the registration desk thought maybe I was going into anaphylactic shock and I was seen immediately. Turned out that, thank God/apparently, that was not what was happening.
I was given a bunch of disgusting medicine (seriously disgusting.. burning like shots of vodka), prescriptions for more disgusting medicine, and sent home to recover.
Tuesday I went to my doctor. Or actually.. to see a physician's assistant since I didn't want to wait til Friday. First I talked to a third year med student. Who I totally freaked out. It was very clear, that although she asked me lots of questions, looked at the rash all over me, in my ears, and my eyes.. that she really really did not know what to tell me what was going on. And it made me feel bad. For her. Like maybe she was going to go home and quit med school. And I was already pretty freaked out about what was happening to me.. I didn't need to add making someone drop out of med school to my day.
The med student went to talk to the P.A. and then they both came back in to see me. The P.A. was pretty baffled too, but at least he ventured to guess that it was an allergic reaction to something.. and probably not meds from my hospital stay 3 1/2 weeks earlier (which is what I was told it probably was at the ER the night before). He referred me to an allergist- whose waiting room I was sitting in about an hour later.
The allergist was the first one that made me less freaked out about what was going on. When you think we are having an allergic reaction to something, you see an allergist, and he tells you not to worry about it too much.. he's the one you are probably going to believe. It's migrating, I told him, all over my body.. coming and going. Ya, he said, it'll do that. And I started to calm down.
He also just handed over medicine. Just like that. Saving me whatever it was I would have spent at the pharmacy filling the ER prescriptions. Finally, a win.
He seems to think his cocktail of drugs is going to fix me up, no problem. And if it does, then it'll just be one of those bizarre things with no specific cause. (Which won't then lead me to need testing to find the cause.) I'm supposed to keep a diary of what goes on- and then follow up with him in a week.
Unfortunately, so far, I am finding a lot to write down. And the more I write, the more I think he's going to take one look at it and refer me to a nutritionist too. Fail.
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