So anyway, a little after 4 yesterday I get a call that Renee’s itch is getting worse. Since we didn’t know what caused it yes, she had eaten some chocolate silk pie with her pill. I mean, it wasn’t chocolate, it was the dumb marinade from Monday, right?
Wrong. We put the pieces together. The initial outbreak was after a bowl of chocolate ice cream. The night before, she had sneaked a mini-reese’s cup, and it hat itched a little. Today, *RIGHT* after the pie, it got worse. OK, we can deal, right?
By 5 the itch was still worse, but bearable. She had an oatmeal bath and felt a little better. We had dinner.
By 7:30, her chest felt tight, her throat was constricting a little, and after a quick talk with her doctor, we went to the E-room. By the time we got there (8:05), she was easing up, and her rash was abating, but we needed to be sure. (OK I needed to be sure. At one point she said, “I think we could probably go home now and I told here that even if they would let her, no way”)
Renee’s folks came and picked up Raymond by 8:20. We left after additional consultation with the PA and nurses at 10. Third prescription in hand, we went to the nearly pharmacy to get it filled.
Of course, insurance only covered one of them. The Epi-Pen (a single shot ephedrine that could mean the difference between life and death) was $55, and wasn’t covered. I’ll pay $55. Gladly (and roast the Insurer alive later).
The instruction sheet they had given her at the hospital said “No more chocolate” – we were all laughing at that, since Renee had sworn off the stuff as soon as we knew what it was. She’s still going to get an allergy workup, though, just so we know everything.
Now to get ready for my day.