So this was a weekend of firsts, sort of.
It started Friday- I skipped class for the first time this year because of Harry Potter the night before. That night we went out to celebrate Katie Mead's birthday. We went to this Indian place in Harvard Square, and it was really good. Only one problem: apparently I'm allergic to more than I knew, because I had a wicked bad reaction after eating. I felt so nauseous, and Isabel and I ended up leaving early and good thing- after getting out of the taxi back here, I got violently sick. Another first, since I can't say I've ever puked outside before. My throat proceeded to swell and after some miscommunication with public safety, an ambulance was sent to take me to the hospital. Yeah, there's not much like being carried down the stairs by two EMT's to attract some attention of people peeking out of their doors. I rode in the back of the ambulance, yet another first, and the EMT was cute, and I wished that I didn't have all these hives all over me. Isabel told me later that they let her push the buttons for the sirens, too.
Four hours, 50 mg of Benadryl, Prednisone, 800 ml of saline and one very sore IV injection site later, I left.
I'm just so annoyed when I think about it now, because I've eaten Indian food before and was fine. I guess it's just some new random, exotic spice that I can't have. And I don't even know what it was. But now the doctor that I spoke to is insisting I get a new epi-pen, so tomorrow I have to venture around trying to find some place to fill my prescription. Or maybe I'll just wait until I come home on Tuesday.
It was quite an eventful weekend, just not uh, in the way I would have normally liked. But whatever. It makes an interesting story, at least.
And today I did some shopping for my Secret Santa and some other people. I really like wandering around Boston on my own, even if it's not the safest thing to do. I just like the independence of it all.
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