tháng 6 23, 2015
It was a long, long visit.
With many tests.
And there I was with my busy bag in tow, ready to spend my good waiting hours just stitching away ---and the VERY first thing they did was put me in a chair, tilt my head back, and put dilating drops in my eyes.
Now how is a girl supposed to occupy hours of time waiting if she can’t see to stitch a thing?
I am reminded of how much I hated having my eyes dilated when I was young!
My exam covered nearly every test in the book at every machine possible, or so it seems.
But the one that about did me in, not for the test itself, but for the reaction I got, was the injection of dye into a vein in my hand so they could take a video of where the dye goes. All of those little veins and tiny capillaries, caught in still photos, and in a video that I could watch with the doctor later as he gave me my diagnosis.
Only –within minutes of the injection I was itchy all over…my arm pits, the back of my neck, my belly, behind my knees…crawling.
I am allergic to the dye! This never happened to me before.
Benedryl to the rescue.
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