My patron deity is definitely the Small God of Lost Paperwork
The amount of times I have said "I'm allergic to alcohol" over the last week I cannot count on both hands. Guess what I was given last night.
So, aside from the fact the medication was given 5 hours late, somehow events conspired thusly...
First, despite replying alcohol to the question of allergies literally every time I have been asked no-one actually put it in my notes. Then I was prescribed Oramorph, a liquid morphine medication you take orally, which has a main component of ethanol. However! It doesn't matter if my allergy was in my notes or not becaiae the nurse didn't check the ingredients before giving it to me.
I, too trusting, of course took the thing. Cue immediate regret. It feels like I swallowd acid and I feel the heat rising as my skin starts to feel like I've been severely sunburned all over. I recognise this sensation from the dumb time I bought the wrong cough syrup. Check the ingredient list for the medication online anyway. 8% ethanol. Fuck. Call the nurse. Tell her I'm having an allergic reaction to the alcohol in the medication which is q problem. Immediate doubt. Then goes toncheck the ingredient list herself. Comes back. "It's only a small amount."
This line continues even after the on call doctor comes because of course all antihistamines have to be prescribed. "It's only a very small amount of alcohol" I want them to say "it's only 8% peanuts" to someone and see how that goes. Sir, please let me be doubtful of someone who, when finding out their patient is having a supposed allergic reaction, asks about the fucking physio they had that day first.
"Oh it'll pass in about 30 minutes maximum." He says, likely thinking it's just a normal alcohol sensitivity and I'm exaggerating. 5 1/2 hours later. 5 1/2 hours of my skin on fire, every part of me with nerve damage burning. Of the morphine not fucking working anyway.
And all I got was doubt and learning not a single person listended to me when I told them so many times about the allergy and excuses of "I didn't thunk to check the ingredients" or "alcohol isn't a common ingredient in medicines" (as if alcohol wipes and gels aren't standard use) or FUCKING "It's only 8%"
Now I get to try and trust these people with treating the actual cocking reason I'm in hospital.