Breathing, Its something that I must admit that before this week I really just took it for granted. The fact that they had drugs out there to help you breath never really entered my consciousness. But today after my 5
th severe allergy attack, my 5
th shot of epinephrine, and my 5
th recovery, its amazing how much I like to breathe. I am sitting here in my hospital bed (cause I keep trying to go home but I keep having to come back), I just survived another attack, and I am so grateful for the fact that they have drugs out there that make your throat stop closing up, your lungs release their tightness and the hives go away. On Friday night, my hands started feeling funny I thought that it was nothing I had just given the kids a bath got to warm, something, I was sure that it wasn't a big thing. Then I started to itch on my legs, I had just shaved the day before and I figured it was just razor burn until I looked, and saw the welts of tons of hives. Andy was at Father and Sons with his dad and brothers so I called Heather to see if I was just being a hypochondriac, took some
benedryl, and then my throat started to close up on me. Heather came and drove me to the hospital and Peter woke up and came over to sleep on my couch to be with the girls ( and yes Pete I noticed that you picked up my house and I really can't thank you enough for it!). Saturday night however would prove more exciting, we went to family dinner and by the end of it I was starting to break out in hives again. We went out and got my prescriptions and took them home, Andy got the kids in bed, and I started to feel like I was going to die. The itching of the hives was so intense, and then my throat started closing off, and then I scared my husband to death by having my eyes roll back up into my head and passing out. I am sure that it also scared the neighbors as the Fire engine, ambulance, and police care pulled up in front of our house with their lights flashing. They took me to the hospital and they gave me another epee shot, and checked me into the ICU. Sunday night I was still in the hospital and I had yet another attack, I was so glad that i was where they could take care of me immediately, and that I could breathe again. Monday we found out that the hospital that I had been going to was not a preferred hospital on my insurance so, I checked out and Heather picked me up and took me to her house, which turned out to be a good thing as just 3 hours after I left the hospital I had another attack (yes this is #4), we went to the hospital that would take my insurance and got yet another shot of epee, and all of the trimmings that go with it. They released me from the ER 5 hours later only for me to return 5 hours later with my first double attack. Thanks to the work that they had done just a scant 4 hours earlier they were able to calm things down with an
albuteral treatment and not more epinephrine. They also checked me in and had an allergist come in and examine me and give me another form of treatment. Its nice to know that I am somewhere where they are going to take care of me. My attack tonight was another bad one but there where on top of it so quickly and I got
alburterol and Epinephrine at the same time (which for those of you reading this you will be grateful for spell check as you cannot read the way I have typed it with my heart doing a marathon) . i hope that they will be able to find what is causing this or at least find a way to turn this off but I have to go at least 24 hours without having an attack before they will send me home. But I am so grateful that I can breathe and it is going to be sometime before I can go past 8pm without giving thanks for the opportunity to do so. So if you are looking for me in the next couple of days I am not going
anywhere but
Timpanogos hospital, but they are taking very good care of me. I love you all