Ooooooo....my very first blog posting, and I'm in a bad way!!!
I ate some curry on Tuesday night, and my mouth started to mysteriously expand...
I woke up the next morning, barely able to move, hardly able to breathe, and with a mouth that looked for all intents and purposes like an over-inflated football.
I quickly rang the emergency services and an Ambulance was duly dispatched.
Two of the most miserable paramedics ever. Seriously. Perhaps their normal cheerful demeanour was crushed by my grotesque appearance...who can say?
Anyway, they stuffed me in the back of the ambulance(by this time I was drooling for England), and gave me a nice fat shot of adrenalin.
I arrived at the hospital and was swiftly pumped full of all sorts of anti-inflammatory drugs. Good job too. the doctors told me later my throat was close to seizing up.
The horror...
The family duly arrived, with lots of tea and sympathy. My sister had a good laugh at my distorted appearance, while I quietly sobbed into my hospital issue gown(do they deliberately make those things to show off your arse for all to see?).
I was discharged at about 5pm, and it was a huuuuuge relief.
The only problem now is...
I CAN'T EAT ANYTHING BUT RICE AND WATER!!!!!
Holy fuck...unbelievable. The quacks have to figure out what exactly, is causing this reaction and until I'm allergy tested, I'll be eating nothing but the shite above for two whole, poxy weeks.
Buggery.
Sooooo...I reckon it could be dairy. I know they dump a mountain of yoghurt into the curry I was eating Tuesday time. That's ghastly. What about ice cream??? Oh dear God...
Let's hope whatever it is, my body's playing some kind of really-bad-taste joke on me, and it'll be nothing but a wee blip in my health.
Feeeeengars crossed.
I ate some curry on Tuesday night, and my mouth started to mysteriously expand...
I woke up the next morning, barely able to move, hardly able to breathe, and with a mouth that looked for all intents and purposes like an over-inflated football.
I quickly rang the emergency services and an Ambulance was duly dispatched.
Two of the most miserable paramedics ever. Seriously. Perhaps their normal cheerful demeanour was crushed by my grotesque appearance...who can say?
Anyway, they stuffed me in the back of the ambulance(by this time I was drooling for England), and gave me a nice fat shot of adrenalin.
I arrived at the hospital and was swiftly pumped full of all sorts of anti-inflammatory drugs. Good job too. the doctors told me later my throat was close to seizing up.
The horror...
The family duly arrived, with lots of tea and sympathy. My sister had a good laugh at my distorted appearance, while I quietly sobbed into my hospital issue gown(do they deliberately make those things to show off your arse for all to see?).
I was discharged at about 5pm, and it was a huuuuuge relief.
The only problem now is...
I CAN'T EAT ANYTHING BUT RICE AND WATER!!!!!
Holy fuck...unbelievable. The quacks have to figure out what exactly, is causing this reaction and until I'm allergy tested, I'll be eating nothing but the shite above for two whole, poxy weeks.
Buggery.
Sooooo...I reckon it could be dairy. I know they dump a mountain of yoghurt into the curry I was eating Tuesday time. That's ghastly. What about ice cream??? Oh dear God...
Let's hope whatever it is, my body's playing some kind of really-bad-taste joke on me, and it'll be nothing but a wee blip in my health.
Feeeeengars crossed.
kyra:
Yeah, I wish I didn't have that habit. It's embarrassing. 