Strawberries: A Story of Allergic Proportions - Page 3
My whole life flashed before my eyes. My kids, my husband, my husband being home with the kids, OMG my kids! It was probably the most eye-opening life experience I had ever had. I kept thinking how fast things can change. One minute everything is fine; the next you are struggling to breathe.
I had to stop thinking. I needed the meds to work. And finally I could feel the swelling go down a bit and I could see. After a while I even took off the oxygen tubes myself. The medication had taken effect, and I was left feeling like I had just tripped on a whole Benadryl bottle. The modern-day version of the "Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test."
I saw kaleidoscopes, heard voices, felt things crawling up my arms, and was saying things I don't remember. I do, however, remember getting up to use the bathroom and not being able to find my way out. I had to follow the voices outside the door to the knob. Knock, knock, knock. "Karen, are you ok?" Are you kidding? I never felt so good.
I was in the hospital for only two hours. But this IV concoction of Benadryl, Steroids, and Pepcid AD had me laid up for days. I still can’t even believe it happened. Strawberries. I've been eating them my whole life. Until now. No more strawberries in champagne, no more of my sister-in-law's decadent strawberries covered in chocolate. (I will soooo miss those!)
I will be following up with an allergist soon. And the doctor reminded me I will be carrying an epipen for life.