Allergy puts me on a hospital bed

I still have some swelling on the top of my left hand which was caused due to inserting the intravenous needle to inject glucose into me. Along with that I was given 3 injections just in the gap of very few seconds. Presently I am on medication to cure me of the allergy I had today morning.

Yesterday night I slept around 2:30 am. After fajar I had a few biscuits and peanuts as there was no bread at home. I slept after that but was awaken by some cough around 7 am. It was painful. I felt as if something, probably mucous, had filled my lungs and whenever I coughed, it gave me severe pain in the chest. I simply couldn't endure it though I lay on the bed for sometime. Then I had to slip out of the bed and have some cough syrup. This was the first time I had such cough and I am never going to forget it.

But this was not enough. In a few minutes I began seeing some rashes on my left arm. They were something like boils and were itching. It began with my left hand and spread all over my body. I felt like crying. I couldn't stop myself from scratching myself. My skin everywhere was red and had hardened due to the rashes. It was burning everywhere. I had to scratch even my hair and palms and there was no respite for more than 30 minutes. I am not exaggerating it.

I found it disgusting to be that way. I hated my skin for what it had turned into. I wasn't feeling like touching my own body but I had to - to scratch. Even when now I recall how I was feeling then, I have creeps all over my body and my hair straightens up. While scratching my right arm, I suddenly found some blood coming out of the skin. I somehow had to stop scratching. This was even more painful and all I could do was think of crying.

When I was in my 9th standard I once suffered from measles and it had fever going beyond 104 F. It was very bad and it had made me very week. Today it was worse. Along with the itching, I had some uncomfortable feeling in the stomach, pain in the chest, giddiness and breathlessnesses. I was feeling myself week too.

I asked my brother to get me avil tablets and a bottle of benardyl. He made 2 round and found no medical shop opened. My mother was initially a little busy with preparing lunch for my father. Then my father left asking me to take care of myself. I felt bad that he left. But he was getting late. My brother helped me a lot. At 9 am my mother got ready and he got an auto-rickshaw to house. Along with my mother I went to my father's aunt who is a doctor. She own a hospital at Nanal Nagar. After seeing me she immidiately asked the sister to give me those injections and put me on drip.

I remember, when I was in 7th standard I had pains in my shoulders. They were enough to keep me on bed for 2 full days. It was then that I had taken injection before today. Going back to that day, I can clearly recollect the way I was refusing to take any injection and was rolling on the floor crying. All this at my grandmother's (father's aunt) clinic. I feel embarrassed whenever I think of this or when my parents narrate this to anybody.

But today I was fine. It was painful only for a fraction of second and there was nothing after that. The IV needle was a bit uncomfortable. It didn't ache much; just that while inserting it into my skin I was like "sssss"! I felt some discomfort thinking about that more-than-half-inch thing into my skin!

For the first time n my live my blood pressure was checked. It was below normal and for that reason I had to be put on drip. It was 100 x 70. After the complete bottle was injected into me, it was 110/70 and this according to my grandmother is normal for me at that moment of time.

My eyes were swollen. My face had become heavier and I was not able to see things properly. My face looked like what Wills Smith looked in the movie 'Hitch' when he gets allergic to some food he has. Hehe ... but I am not kidding. I wish I could take a few pics of mine but I was busy with scratching. I once thought that I would be scratching myself to death - this reminded me of the movie 'Saw' ... kidding this time!

This was the worst ever thing I had ever felt physically. But alhamdulillah it was for a very short time. I was perfectly file while leaving the hospital at 11:20 am. I have been asked to restrain myself from having chicken, potatoes, brinjal, fish and eggs for 8 days. This is going to hit me hard - I eat 2 eggs almost daily, I eat chicken from outside frequently and with my cousin's wedding around here, I am going to miss everything. Just eating mutton is hopeless. I have to keep away from bananas too - I usually eat 2 to 3 a day!

My grandmother's hospital's name is National Hospital and Diagnostic Center. It was started by my grandfather. He expired 10 years back. Now, she and my father's cousin manage it. Most of us call her 'sweet aunty'. This is for quite a few reasons - her name is close to the word 'sweet' and of course she is very very sweet with her face, voice and the things she says. :)

At 1 pm a friend came to meet me. We were together till 3:10 pm then I slept again - I had already missed a lot of sleep.

Now, I am perfectly fine and it is as if nothing has happened to me. I can't believe I have seen this today. But thanks to Allah that it was simple and easy to cure. This thing being new, I was afraid that something very bad would happen. It was just some severe allergy. I do not know what caused it.

While in fajar I was just thinking to myself what I would be writing for this blog today. I got this thing to write on ... lols. Everything gives something. I am blessed - as always. Alhamdulillah. :)

Today I was supposed to workout for my shoulders and triceps. I will stay home and take rest. Just to take some rest - an excuse sometimes!!!

This was also the first time that I had to lye on a hospital bed. Actually the bed was in her clinic itself and I didn't have to go upstairs to the rooms. Lying there I imagined so many silly things. I was feeling sleepy to but I had to keep my wrist straight so was disturbed with the micro - naps I was getting.

Even falling ill attracts lot of attention from many people - relatives and friends. I don't lie such kind of importance given to me. It is enough that I am prayed for and all I do is just say JazakAllah Khairan.

My father just got the daily requirement of bread for me. It is packed in pink! :D

This day will soon be forgotten. But memories will remain - as things that happen for the first times. Many times happen for the first times in our lives and it is at times nice that they happen. They help learn more. I don't want anybody to feel what all I felt today. It was terrible.