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I had just a WONDERFUL trip to the hospital on Wednesday night. Anne and I had gone for a 5pm cake-break to help us work long long long into the evening. But even though I asked, very specifically “does this apple pear torte have nuts in in?” And even though she answered “NO”, I ended up in a trauma bed with an IV. It was my worst allergic reaction in about 7 years.
My mom came to pick me up from work and sat with me for the couple of hours they watched me turn from purple-inflated, swollen girl, to a more normal shade and dimensioned person. I chatted with my nurses and medical student (she was very nice; her boyfriend is allergic to nuts, too).
It kind of sucked, but not so much really. At least this time I had underwear on.

oh, oh dear… i guess that’s the more dangerous flip side of cagey people who will never “guarantee” that there aren’t any - even when they know there aren’t… :(
sending you a big hug.

I’m allergic to bell peppers. (Oddly, not any of the other capsicum family, though, nor tomatoes nor potatoes, etc. Go figger.) I have had reactions when someone cuts one a meter or two away. I’ve had reactions from someone eating slices three meters away. I always carry a few antihistimines (benedryl and another, weaker one like claritin), choosing which to take based on how groggy I can put up with being and how bad the threat is. It sounds like you ought to be taking at least one of the OTC antihistimines before entering any restaurant.
Wait-staff do try to ensure whether there are allergens in food before you order it, if you ask. But they go on the word of the kitchen staff...who sometimes don’t know, either. They may use pre-packaged or canned ingredients which aren’t clear about what that “spices” or “natural flavoring” comes from. If your waitress _knew_ it had nuts and said it didn’t, she’s a rotter, but it’s more likely that she didn’t know and couldn’t get a real answer from the people who were supposed to know. Which rots.
I’m glad you’re alright!
tsk tsk. anna. anne. i shouldn’t have to read about this on your blog. and holy crap, are you ok? for the record, you have never almost died when you hang with me…