Find that Vein!

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Tonight's episode of "Find that Vein" will be brought to you tonight from an ambulance and an emergency room. Tonight's contestants consist of 6 EMTs and an ER nurse. All male. After 5 attempts by the EMTs they decided that they were wasting too much time and needed to get me to the emergency room before I passed out from lack of oxygen. The ER nurse got a vein in two sticks. Including the epinephrine I gave myself, the Benadryl shot the EMTs gave me, the extra epinephrine the EMTs gave me, and all the sticks attempting to find a vein, I had 11 needles in me last night. All because of popcorn.

So, I was sitting innocently paying attention to my biology lab professor when someone decided to pop some popcorn outside the classroom. So, a night in the ER was had. Poor husband was way across town at a friend's house with no car to get to me. My father-in-law picked me up from school. Got home. Their car was out of gas at that point, then the ambulance came--much to the amusement of the rubbernecking neighbors. Sparing the details, things were not fun Tuesday night. If I thought my husband was the mother-hen type before all this, he has definitely been promoted to Granny-hen. I can't really blame him there; the poor guy was a nervous wreck. How'd you like to get the phone call from your mother saying that she's shipping your wife off in an ambulance? Not fun. Add to that no readily available transportation to get to the hospital to see your wife. Yeah. Fun. It's a good thing I just smelled the corn and didn't ingest it. Things could have turned out a lot differently. A LOT differently. 2 years ago, almost to the exact date, I had an anaphylactic hospital experience in which I accidentally ate a lump of corn starch that I thought was cheese. That one was way worse than this one, but this one was still bad. I was hoping I was done with the anaphylaxis. I've been so careful. It sucks when everyone wants to go see a movie and I can't go to the theater, or something cool is on sale at Target but I can't go there because they pop as much popcorn as the movie theaters do. I cry on the inside.

I acquired a doctor's note that I will take to the disabilities office at school tomorrow. I expect a great fight to ensue, because people don't like to accommodate allergies. Especially ones as dire as this. But, with the doctor's note, it is illegal for them not to accommodate it. So, they better. And they better do something serious to anyone who violates it. I'm getting really really tired of this BS. 

Tomorrow is my weigh-in day. I'm not looking forward to it. Despite the fact I had an awesome time at Granny's things were less than ideal at the table. I didn't eat much, but what I did cost me a lot of points. A bad week. I will stand up, brush myself off, hold my head high (maybe) and march forward.