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Yesterday, my sister had an allergic reaction to...something. A blood pressure medication she's tolerated well for years, most likely. The pharmacy had changed providers of the generic formulation the last time she had the prescription refilled. Sue believes this contributed to the problem. I wouldn't be in the least bit surprised.
Whatever the cause was, after her facial swelling worsened rather than responding well to 3 separate doses of benadryl-equivalent, she called the 24-hour number her surgeon gave me right after surgery. And, yes, the response was just as we expected and dreaded -- it was time to head to an emergency room for evaluation and treatment.
All is much better now, for the short term, at least. But it was a long day and an even longer night. Emergency rooms and the gurneys therein aren't known for their comfort in the best of times. The whole thing was especially tortuous a week after my sister's hip replacement surgery.
This perhaps helps explain why it is that when I went to Sparrow Hospital to pick up a steroid prescription for her today, I left with an elephant, a harp, and a tuba as well as a bottle of pills. ( Shopping Therapy Chatter, complete with links )
Or maybe, just maybe, I'll continue along my traditional path of eclectic accumulation, picking up elephants because I like them, and because they remind me of people I love and have loved. Picking up a harp in memory of Walt Willis and "The Harp That Once or Twice..." as well as in appreciation of the music of Deborah Henson-Conant and Loreena McKennitt. And the tuba? Because I'm back in the land of The Tuba Museum, of course!
Whatever the cause was, after her facial swelling worsened rather than responding well to 3 separate doses of benadryl-equivalent, she called the 24-hour number her surgeon gave me right after surgery. And, yes, the response was just as we expected and dreaded -- it was time to head to an emergency room for evaluation and treatment.
All is much better now, for the short term, at least. But it was a long day and an even longer night. Emergency rooms and the gurneys therein aren't known for their comfort in the best of times. The whole thing was especially tortuous a week after my sister's hip replacement surgery.
This perhaps helps explain why it is that when I went to Sparrow Hospital to pick up a steroid prescription for her today, I left with an elephant, a harp, and a tuba as well as a bottle of pills. ( Shopping Therapy Chatter, complete with links )
Or maybe, just maybe, I'll continue along my traditional path of eclectic accumulation, picking up elephants because I like them, and because they remind me of people I love and have loved. Picking up a harp in memory of Walt Willis and "The Harp That Once or Twice..." as well as in appreciation of the music of Deborah Henson-Conant and Loreena McKennitt. And the tuba? Because I'm back in the land of The Tuba Museum, of course!
