My first taste

As his brother and parents can attest to, my husband is probably the most accident-prone individual anyone could ever know! Last night was the first (small) taste of that I've gotten since being married to him.

My husband  had a tracheotomy as a child, has been ran over by a car THREE times (not his fault either,) has almost died from salmonella poisoning, has almost died from an allergic reaction to a drug, has broken more bones than anyone I know, and of course has a story to go with all the scars he's attained over the years! God must have a really amazing plan for his life, to make his guardian angel work that much overtime, but I sure am thankful!

Last night, once again, Bryce had an allergic reaction to a drug. I first noticed a fist-size rash on his side in the early afternoon, but we thought it was just a reaction to a spider bite, so he simply applied topical benadryl and continued on with his day. It continued to grow and got puffier and more inflamed. By late afternoon, we noticed several more smaller hives spread throughout his body. By late evening, it suddenly occurred to him that he had taken naproxin for the first time today. I flipped. He was supposed to leave for work at 9:30 and at 9:00 I finally convinced him to go to the ER. By the time he got there his heart rate was up, his fever was high, and he was dizzy. Right away they gave him epinephrine (epi) and benadryl shots. When I got to the ER, his speech was slurred and he couldn't walk straight. Needless to say, even with guilt trips and much complaint from his fellow employees, he did not go to work.

I have dreaded this moment for our entire four years of marriage but had hoped that his "accident-prone" days were over. Thank God it was nothing like the ones before I was around, but it was still too close for me, and I'd prefer not to have any more like it...