FML
I'm likely allergic to almonds, and possibly other kinds of nuts.
Been noticing this development over the past three weeks: face itches, short of breath, shaky, disoriented, and avoiding nuts accordingly. Each time I've had them since--three, all told, once accidentally--the reaction has been worse than the last. Last week, I had a corn muffin that'd been in with a bunch of pastries, some of which had almonds on top. That had caused the worst reaction to date.
No more anything that could have nuts in it, right?
Right.
Except.
This morning, half asleep and foggy (Pride? Mega-fucking-blast. I'll probably go into details in another post, and throw up some photos) I put together my sleepy-joe coffee travel mug: loads of sugar. Loads of creamer. Only the creamer? Was almond-something-or-other. Something I neglected to remember. And anyway, I'd gotten it over a month ago, and hadn't paid attention to the flavor since. All that mattered was that it was strong enough to cover up the taste of shitty coffee.
Apparently it was also strong enough to cause one of the worst, longest asthma attacks I've had since being diagnosed. My face was itching, my lips, my hands. My throat was closing up, felt like it was about as wide as a drinking straw. Mild case of hives on the bottom half of my face. My hands were so shaky. This was around three in the afternoon.
After the first seven or eight times, the inhaler stopped doing jack and shit.
Called my doctor's office and a nurse returned my call twenty minutes later, basically saying: run to the ER.
I did. Long-ass wait. Watched CSI (Liev Schrieber in it, so eye-candy).
Finally, doctor. Hot? Muchly. Long, curly dark hair, pretty blue eyes. Plus, she was really nice. The hotness didn't help my breathing, though. Wocka-wocka-wocka!
Anyway, they gave me something called a nebulizer, blah-blah, I'm fine-ish, now, though the hives are still there and my mouth still itches. I'm breathing fine, no more close-throat. I hate using PTO for something that's my own stupid fault.
Still writing Fortune's Wager, though I'm taking a break to get caught up on fb. Next bit of FW is probably not going up tonight (this once a day is fast becoming semi-weekly) but tomorrow.
Loads of kickass swag from pride. Cutest little pipe with turtles on it from a shop in the Village that sold a variety of the same (for tobacco use only. Ahem). Cold sake on a hot-ass day and karee puffs. Awesome parade and parade-goers, beautiful people of many genders.
Downsides: my aching feet and some short choad of a bulldagger elbowed me in the fucking junk when I was stuck in this huge crowd that didn't move for, like ten minutes. Also, my aching feet. Super broke.
Been noticing this development over the past three weeks: face itches, short of breath, shaky, disoriented, and avoiding nuts accordingly. Each time I've had them since--three, all told, once accidentally--the reaction has been worse than the last. Last week, I had a corn muffin that'd been in with a bunch of pastries, some of which had almonds on top. That had caused the worst reaction to date.
No more anything that could have nuts in it, right?
Right.
Except.
This morning, half asleep and foggy (Pride? Mega-fucking-blast. I'll probably go into details in another post, and throw up some photos) I put together my sleepy-joe coffee travel mug: loads of sugar. Loads of creamer. Only the creamer? Was almond-something-or-other. Something I neglected to remember. And anyway, I'd gotten it over a month ago, and hadn't paid attention to the flavor since. All that mattered was that it was strong enough to cover up the taste of shitty coffee.
Apparently it was also strong enough to cause one of the worst, longest asthma attacks I've had since being diagnosed. My face was itching, my lips, my hands. My throat was closing up, felt like it was about as wide as a drinking straw. Mild case of hives on the bottom half of my face. My hands were so shaky. This was around three in the afternoon.
After the first seven or eight times, the inhaler stopped doing jack and shit.
Called my doctor's office and a nurse returned my call twenty minutes later, basically saying: run to the ER.
I did. Long-ass wait. Watched CSI (Liev Schrieber in it, so eye-candy).
Finally, doctor. Hot? Muchly. Long, curly dark hair, pretty blue eyes. Plus, she was really nice. The hotness didn't help my breathing, though. Wocka-wocka-wocka!
Anyway, they gave me something called a nebulizer, blah-blah, I'm fine-ish, now, though the hives are still there and my mouth still itches. I'm breathing fine, no more close-throat. I hate using PTO for something that's my own stupid fault.
Still writing Fortune's Wager, though I'm taking a break to get caught up on fb. Next bit of FW is probably not going up tonight (this once a day is fast becoming semi-weekly) but tomorrow.
Loads of kickass swag from pride. Cutest little pipe with turtles on it from a shop in the Village that sold a variety of the same (for tobacco use only. Ahem). Cold sake on a hot-ass day and karee puffs. Awesome parade and parade-goers, beautiful people of many genders.
Downsides: my aching feet and some short choad of a bulldagger elbowed me in the fucking junk when I was stuck in this huge crowd that didn't move for, like ten minutes. Also, my aching feet. Super broke.