Last night, after a BBQ at my mom’s house, Matt and I went back to his apartment. I was standing in the hallway when he noticed all these tiny red bumps on my neck and chest. I looked in the mirror and was horrified. I looked terrible! It looked like chicken pocks (which I’ve never had), but about 10 times worst. It was close to 11 p.m., and I didn’t want to wait until morning, so we went to the ER at Methodist Hospital, which is just a few blocks from Matt’s apartment.
After I was admitted, given a name bracelet and told to put one of those funky gowns on, they drew some blood and ran some tests. Two hours later, it turns out I’m allergic to penicillin! Obviously, this is an allergic reaction to the pills I’m taking for my strep throat. The doctor took the pills from me and said not to take any more. She gave me a prescription for Allegra, some kind of allergy medication to stop the itching. (After talking with my mom this morning, I learned she’s allergic to penicillin, too.)
This morning, more of these icky bumps have surfaced on my upper thighs and arms. I just hope they stay off my face. I’m literally covered neck to ankle in this weird rash. Oy.
(I have to say, sitting in the ER at midnight on a Friday is awful. But, thankfully, my room had cable, so Matt and I watched “What Not To Wear” on TLC.)
I’m at Nu-Trend now, watching the Husker game. I feel fine, but I may head home early just to relax.
Extra points to Matthew for staying with me at the hospital, even when he had to work this morning at 5:30. He’s my buddy and I love him!