Praises to those two men that came here as they acted quickly and swiftly putting in an IV while I was laying in my bed and quickly injected medication. I had very low blood pressure and was going into anaphylactic shock. I am convinced I was only minutes from passing out so they came just in time. I was placed in the ambulance and started to improve rapidly even to the point of being able to talk above a whisper again. I thought a quick check in the hospital and I would be on my way back to the cottage.
What ended up happening was a second attack once I got to the hospital and a second injection. These injections are extremely painful for me because of my having severe fibromyalgia. In fact, the nurse had to stop the second injection and dilute it in salt water with the IV drip to get the medication into my body. The injections alone were sending me into shock with my blood pressure dropping rapidly.
They finally were able to move me into a hospital room...the last they had open and I had a third attack but it was decided not to give me a third injection as it would not be good for my kidneys.
The doctor allowed me to come home but the rash will continue for a while. It is evening and starting to burn profusely again so we are keeping an eye on it but I need to give it time. I also have to contact a couple of my specialists in my own hospital as the doctor here recommended they start to look into it more.
I was treated this morning with a little pastry in the hospital and a little cupcake liner with a chick and chocolate eggs. I brought it home for Jos to enjoy since I had the pastry. Not exactly what I had planned for Easter morning.
Speaking of chicks...don't these violets look like they have chick faces on them?
And yellow is a them in our little garden here at Cranberry Cottage in early spring.
My forsythia is blooming in full force.
But it is my daffodils that steal the show each year with their pretty yellow dresses unfolding to welcome the spring.
A few white ones have popped in to say hello.
This time of year reminds me once again of the sweet children's verse by A.A. Milne...
"She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown,
She turned to the south wind,
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight,
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
'Winter is dead.' "
...after all, you are never too old for some Winnie the Pooh...
Happy Easter to you all!