Close Calls

I had a blog post almost completely written and ready to be posted. The topic was whether or not to epi-pen. In it I freely admitted that I'm not an epi-pen first ask questions at the ER later kind of person. I also freely admitted that I try everything in my bag of tricks before I concede to use an epi-pen. Tonight I got a  reality check about the dangers of that mindset. I had just finished eating dinner with my parents when the reaction started. Out of nowhere I suddenly felt itchy, flushed, and my throat felt like it was constricting. I tried everything in my bag of tricks when I probably should have just used the epi-pen. By the time I used my epi-pen the reaction was very far gone.

If you know me well you know that I've had a number of close calls over the years. I'm more familiar with hospitals and ERs than I'd care to be. Tonight was one of the closest calls I've ever had. I had to have a second epi-pen, a shot of benadryl and a shot of valium just in the ambulance. Inside the ambulance my condition went from bad to worse and it was an intense ride to the hospital. There was apparently a period of time that the EMTs were unable to get a blood pressure on me. I also went into such severe respiratory distress that they used a stethoscope to make sure I was still breathing. We reached the point where they were considering intubation. Thankfully I stabilized! I would be lying if I said I wasn't shaken by the whole thing. It was a stark reminder that the space between when a reaction starts and help arrives is longer than you think. While the space between a reaction starting and things getting out of control is much smaller than you think.

The whole thing was also a reminder of something else. I don't often talk about it but I have a very real fear of dying. I have an honest fear of dying from something like what happened tonight. More often than not I'm able to keep that fear in check with a healthy dose of perspective. The chances of me dying from anaphylaxis are actually pretty low. The fact that trained EMTs were there to make sure I made it through the ordeal also brings more of that perspective I often need to the party. I have to say though that no amount of perspective completely erases the fear from your mind. It does make me think long and hard sometimes. It strengthens my resolve to live my life so that there aren't any regrets on the table. It also reminds me to be grateful that God must think I've got more to do! Hopefully I can go a little longer without a close call from this point on.