Bad Luck Brandi: Allergic to peanut butter
I know that I wrote about the ‘Harry and David Fiasco of 2010’ last semester, but I had a minor, less severe, miniscule near-death peanut butter experience this past week. I honestly don’t consider these things a big deal but I guess I should start, especially considering “At what point during an allergic reaction should you go to a hospital,” is in my last 20 Google searches. And let’s be honest when I Google symptoms, the Internet is not my friend. I’m always convinced I’m done for.
But this week I didn’t call the hospital, or try to find my Epipen. I simply took a Benadryl and suffered through, per usual. It happened when I was at an event that The Towerlight was covering about an author who was visiting campus and talking about a book he wrote, along with his research. Luckily I had already finished the interview that I had been looking forward to and decided to take advantage of the kind department’s offers to help myself to the table of catered food. I was on my third plate of dessert, which was about six baby cakes and three cookies deep, when I came across a mini-cookie, that looked the same as the rest I had eaten, and took a bite of it.
I instantly tasted peanut butter, which I am deathly allergic to. It was almost like karma because the day before I was talking about how I hadn’t had a serious incident in a year and was hopeful that I may have grown out of the allergy. And when I had bitten into it, I was in the middle of a conversation with another student. So in fear of looking silly and freaking out I just politely picked up my bag and searched for Benadryl as she was talking. After I started peeling the aluminum backing off of the pill case and popped the pill she asked if anything was wrong and I just calmly said I had just eaten peanut butter, which I am allergic to.
I got up and thought that if I just drank more lemonade and ate some more fruit I could get the feeling in my throat to go away. It hadn’t seemed that serious. After all I hadn’t gotten the sharp stomach pangs, severe chest pains or feeling of an irregular heart beat yet, that I have felt before. But nope I was wrong, those all kicked in about 30 minutes later while listening to the author giving a speech.
Determined to finish taking notes and write the story for the next day’s issue, I suffered through and just constantly questioned when the moment is that I will pass out and be carried away on a stretcher.
I think I have only reached that point that I should have probably called someone, yet didn’t, a time or two. Most notable was the day before my last final of my first semester freshman year. My roommate and I thought it would be a good idea to order Chinese food before starting to study. And I don’t know what it was in the food, I didn’t even recognize it as an allergic reaction because I simply thought I was dying.
There was no throwing up or anything. It was just painful and hard to breathe. By the time I had realized it was an allergic reaction, I had been miserable for hours. I finally took a Benadryl in the wee hours of the morning because I couldn’t sleep and suffered through the exam. I slept off any remainders of the symptoms.