I had a conversation w/ my doctor that I dont remember after my last major surgery--but that's not much of a story.
Gather 'round folks, and hear about Dawbs and Benedryl (I may have told this before. if I do, I apologize).
Once upon a time, I had a very stressful summer. Being all of 18, working my first 'real' jobs, taking community college classes, my family moving, preparing to go to college in a month, kinda-dating
a boy (who turned out to be engaged to someone
--I didn't know)...I was having a rough go of it.
I got up early to take several loads of my stuff from my 'home' to my parent's new house, work all morning training my replacement, go to lunch (where I spend the entire time trying to memories Spanish vocab flashcards) and I come back to my job (at a factory--I helped in the front office and also worked 'cleaning' the car parts they made) where I learned that the boy I had a date scheduled with that night would be late, because his room-mate (who was his fiance
) was back in town (and something seemed off). I broke. To much stress.
I just...broke in a way that hadn't happened before and hasn't happened since.
My neck started breaking out in hives. My face started breaking out in hives. My chest started breaking out in hives.
Now, I get hives--still--frequently. NBD. But this was NOT normal for me. I wanted to claw my face off. I was finding breathing VERY uncomfortable (still dealing w/ atshma @ that point). My throat was swelling and constricting. I was in a bad way.
The receptionist/secretary used to be a nurse and offered to take me to get help. I accepted.
Since I was working in the BFE, she loaded me in her car and debated driving me 30+ miles to 'town' to the ER or about 5 miles away from town to a walk-in clinic. Decided 5 miles was better.
We arrive at the clinic and are told they don't do walkins any more. I'm getting worse. I'm struggling for breath now and dizzy. Secretary asks who does. They tell us to drive to the hospital. Other patients offer me their appoibntment--they say no. Secretary asks where Dr. P (who she used to work for is). They hedge. Secretary starts being LOUD and upset and demands to know where Dr. P is. They realize Secretary WILL create a scene and they admit that Dr. P no longer works at that clinic, he has a walk-in clinic 3 doors down (which doesn't have signs yet).
Secretary drives me to Dr. P's clinic and I" now not getting worse--but I"m not doing well. I start filling out paperwork, Dr. P immediately sees me and gives me a shot--2 doses of Benedryl .
Benedryl makes me .. off.
Dr. P continues to talk to me, everything is fine. He opens the door so I can leave the examining room and I walk toward the door. THe door dodges--I was walking toward the door but where there should have been door, there was wall.
I walk smack into the wall to the left of the door (seriously, apparently I missed the door by like 3 feet), and land in a heap on the floor.
People spring into action and then we have the following conversation:
Dr. P: Can you feel this?
Dr. P (louder): Can you feel this?
Dr. P: *loudly* How about this? can you feel this
Me: *trying to sit up/look around* Feel what?
Dr. P: * making people hold me down* Can you feel this, where I'm poking your legs?
Me: I have LEGS?!?!
So...I slept off part of the meds while I was urgently given massages/rub downs/made to look at things, made to do stuff. I don't remember the next few hours.
Then, Secretary grabbed my partially filled out paperwork and offered to call my parents. Except...we had just moved. I didn't know my phone number. (now, if I were SMART and with it, I would have called grandma. But I wasn't smart OR with it).
Okay, we can see what we can find--oh wait, I don't know my address either, it's either 9119 or 1991 or 1919 or 9191 on X road in LittleTown.
Secretary eventually loaded me in her car, drove me the 15 miles to LittleTown and literally shouted/shook me awake at EVERY intersection to ask which direction to turn.
Then she eventually unloaded me into my parent's arms.
ANd I ended up being so out of it for the next few days that I stood the boy up on that 'date' we had