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Back from the doctor and confirmed as not dying. Diagnois...unspecified allergic reaction (duh). To what? Who knows. I was given IV doses of steroids and antihistamines and some other thing, and prescription steroids to take for the next week along with Benadryl. Though I'm not sure how much good it did, since a new batch of hives decided to say howdy on my face on the way home. The numbness and throat tightness seem to have eased way up though.
The only freaky part about the whole thing...we've established I'm a hypochondriac right? You know what, if you are a doctor, you should not do with me? Start looking very concerned while poking at a strange bruise on my arm, leave the room, then come back and say you want to do blood tests as well to make sure nothing is going on related to said bruise. And when pressed further mumble about checking white blood cell counts. I'VE SEEN MEDICAL PROCEDURALS ON THE TEEVEE, I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. Bloodwork came back okey dokey, my cells of various nature are kicking up a healthy storm. Just, y'know, a little discretion would have been awesome. A doctor should never have 'oh, shit' face until backed by actual 'oh, shit' news. I'm just sayin'.
Also, while at the hospital Zen and I attempted to figure out which medical drama we were in, reckoning that it was bad for me if it was either House or ER. Thankfully, a nurse came in asking me for a pee sample after I had already given one, and while we blinked at him confused he was called back by another nurse to go to the right room to get the pee from the other patient he was supposed to be asking...and then ten minutes later we hear the conversation that he's actually managed to still get the wrong person to pee in a cup. It was at this point we decided we were on Scrubs, and thus I would be just fine.
The only freaky part about the whole thing...we've established I'm a hypochondriac right? You know what, if you are a doctor, you should not do with me? Start looking very concerned while poking at a strange bruise on my arm, leave the room, then come back and say you want to do blood tests as well to make sure nothing is going on related to said bruise. And when pressed further mumble about checking white blood cell counts. I'VE SEEN MEDICAL PROCEDURALS ON THE TEEVEE, I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. Bloodwork came back okey dokey, my cells of various nature are kicking up a healthy storm. Just, y'know, a little discretion would have been awesome. A doctor should never have 'oh, shit' face until backed by actual 'oh, shit' news. I'm just sayin'.
Also, while at the hospital Zen and I attempted to figure out which medical drama we were in, reckoning that it was bad for me if it was either House or ER. Thankfully, a nurse came in asking me for a pee sample after I had already given one, and while we blinked at him confused he was called back by another nurse to go to the right room to get the pee from the other patient he was supposed to be asking...and then ten minutes later we hear the conversation that he's actually managed to still get the wrong person to pee in a cup. It was at this point we decided we were on Scrubs, and thus I would be just fine.