Another Little Bastard tried to kill me yesterday.
On the flip side? I am still here.
Sometime in the latter part of last winter I had begun to wonder if the venom therapy was worth the cost. A shot of yellow-jacket venom every 8 weeks isn't too bad. But when the vile runs out and they have to synthesize a new vile? Break out the checkbook.
A few years ago the Little Bastard's great uncle put me in the ER with anaphylaxis. The paramedics did a great job - even took care of my dog. Long story short, the the docs and their epinephrine did their thing masterfully and thus began my education of epi-pens and Benadryl.
Yesterday was the first test. I knew it as soon as felt the heat and swiped at my arm. Walking away from the back yard shed I glanced over my shoulder and confirmed the yellow and black crawling back into the roof seam. I walked calmly to the kitchen where my wife met me with the Benadryl. Epi-pen at the ready on the counter. And then to wait...
Loaded the clothes washer.
Took out the garbage.
Retrieved the mail.
Anything to alleviate the anxiety.
After twenty minutes I settled on the couch to debate if the brain fog was the venom or the Benadryl. After thirty decided it was the antihistamine and began to relax a bit. The sting on my arm wasn't enflamed = good sign. Breathing normal. Wasn't much of struggle to keep my eyes open. All good. Then the Benadryl kicked in with it's magic. I spent the next couple of hours in and out of a semi-comatose state. By bed-time felt pretty much back to normal.
Suffice to say the decision has been made on continuing the venom shots. And my wife will from here on out well be known as Mistress Bee Killer! She rocks.
Here is a good explanation of venom therapy.
I recommend this place to anyone with ANY kind of allergy:
Allergy and Asthma Consultants of Mid-Michigan