In The Blink Of An Eye

Anaphylaxis

I get woken up by the sound of my doctor and this horribly annoying beeping machine. It was so loud, I'm sure it would have woken up a dead person, let alone someone who was just asleep. What kind of person just barges into a room and wakes someone up.

Well, it turns out he hadn't just barged in. In fact, that machine had been there for a while now. It was connected to my arm, and the annoying beeping sound was a sign that my heart was out of whack. It was an electrocardiogram, or EKG, which measured the way my heart was working. It was fine at first until my heart rate and blood pressure jumped through the roof.

"What's going on?? What's wrong with her?" Asked Evan.

"Her heart rate and blood pressure are way too high. We need to get her into an MRI right away."

As the doctor was rushing me out of the room, he looked at Evan and said;

"She seems to be having an increased intracranial pressure.

I started having the worst headache I could possibly have. I don't even have the words to describe the amount of pain I was in. I'm used to having headaches, I've been getting them for years almost every day, but this wasn't just any headache. It felt like my head was being crushed. My breathing got shallow, and I felt like someone had put me in a washing machine and turned it on. Everything around me was spinning.

As they rushed me into the emergency section for an MRI, I tried to call out for Evan, but I didn't have the time. I wanted to tell him how I felt because I was sure I was never going to see him again. My vision became blurry, and I felt extremely nauseous. Once the MRI was done, they found out there was nothing wrong with my brain. It was actually just fine. The bleeding I had was still there, but I'm getting better. What my doctor didn't notice was the horrible hives and rash that had now spread all over my body, and my throat was closing up. I was having anaphylaxis. A severe, life-threatening allergic reaction. The doctor had given me medication, anticonvulsant, which prevents and controls seizures, relieves pain, and treats symptoms of subdural hematoma. However, as it turns out, I was very allergic to the ingredients in the medication.

Thankfully, Dr. Boyd saw my rash and heard that my breathing was off and he injected me with epinephrine. Within a short amount of time, I was feeling better and went back to my room. The way my life was going, I was surprised to be alive at all. Seems like the only thing that was trying to kill me wasn't the MWAF (man without a face) and his little buddies, but everything else around me as well.

I spent the next three days in the hospital bed, rolling around, trying to take my mind off the fact that I wanted to go home. Every day was the same, doctors and nurses, exams, same crappy food, and the dumbest shows on this little television in my room. Thank God Evan was there because I would have definitely lost my mind there. As the days passed, I was getting better and feeling good. Monday came rolling in, and at this point, I was starting to stress. Today was the day that Evan and Phil were going to the address. I couldn't stop biting my nails from how nervous I was.

"Will you stop? You're not going to have any nails by the time we're done? Relax, everything is going to be fine."

"But Evan, what if something..."

"Nothing is going to happen, you'll see. We'll be back before you know it."

"I love how positive you are, but sometimes it can be very annoying."