It’s been an interesting few days, and not just cause I’ve been moving house. I’ve been medically around the rollercoaster…
Let’s start with Friday night – I headed out with the BF’s colleagues for some dumplings. His colleague commented that she needed some bleach, and I chuckled. Never a truer word…
Saturday, at about lunch time (as we signed our lease), I was doubled over with stomach pains… but still proceed to grab a burger for lunch from a nice cafe. I skipped the bread roll, as I am starting to think gluten makes me feel super full, and lethargic. Shame, it was a nice looking bun roll.
The remainder of Saturday afternoon, I felt sluggish and took it easy on the sofa, with a nap (I think). It sort of frustrated me, as I wanted to get more packing and organising done. The bf went to the gym, and came back with everything I could want – my fave wine, chocolate, and on my demand, ginger beer and lemonade as some pureed apple to settle the stomach. Rest assured, my ill feelings stopped me from the wine or the chocolate – true indicators of how bad I felt. I had a few mouthfuls of stewed apples, as that’s part of the BRAT (banana, rice, applesauce & toast) plan you use with food poisoning/stomach upsets.
Sunday morning, I figured I’d take it easy on breakfast, and had some dried medjool dates and apple puree (again). I then walked to church to teach Sunday School (I walk every week, the same route). I got to ‘class’ with drippy nose and eyes, but that’s not actually that unusual for me, as I do have allergies. So I take my nasal spray and hope for the best. The best… didn’t come. Next, my head was all itchy. Again, not uncommon – I have psoriasis on my scalp, and it can be incredibly dry and itchy. Only on the second bathroom visit (to blow my nose) did I notice the red welts on my neck… and my red ears. And red face.
I texted the BF and suggested a pick up – this was probably about 9.30am and I’d told him I’d be done at 10.30am. He asked if I wanted a coffee, I politely replied ‘no just come asap’. As I got in the car, I burst into tears – my eyes and nose already had me halfway there, combined with a slightly constricted throat, and welts on the inside of elbows.
Here’s some phone photos (for my worried mum, and now my readers!)
Allergy – just after the meds. Happy, but scared!
We went straight to the hospital… I was in the triage ‘standing’ area with a man with his head split open (thanks to moving house – ominous or what!), and a guy with a sore back (he had a small kid come in with his wife later, so?). Anyhow, after the lady in the dress gown and a hockey injury, and the head gash guy, I got seen. They weren’t too worried, and asked me to get registered and then I could have some anti histamine. They also gave me a steroid too. The BF was just darling the whole time – seriously, even the nurses and doctors knew he could be counted on. After the drugs (and some blood work), I was told to wait for an hour. After an hour, the Dr gave me a letter for my GP and sent me on my way.
After an hour, when the drugs set in. Sitting the opposite way, but still have that droopy eye!
To this day (four days on) I have no idea what caused such a severe reaction. My left eye lid stayed droopy for the rest of the day, and I had a rest and a nap, before back to car packing etc. I settled for ‘simple’ food – hahaha! McDonald’s fries and Dominos Pizza. Yes, healthy I was not, but it was what I thought was least threatening.
I’ve seen my GP and I now have an appointment with a allergy specialist in about two weeks time. I’ll have a prick test, where they see what I react to. I’m looking forward to discussing allergens, and my recent dislike of gluten, where I used to eat it with gay abandon.
Actually, I’ve drafted a post about gluten just the other week… I am planning, once the house moving dust has settled, to set a more rigid eating plan, which I will, of course, share the trials and tribulations here. So, expect to hear more!