Well, I was back in the emergency room last night.  I haven’t been there in a very long time — for awhile, I was going just about once every six months between breaking legs, allergic reactions, frozen shoulders, etc.  But that all came to an end last night when I decided to try a gelato.  A few seconds later and I realized that it was a pistachio gelato.  And for those reading that don’t know, I’m very allergic to tree nuts.

We were in the city, so we decided to take a cab to a hospital since I felt myself gradually becoming worse.  It certainly wasn’t as severe as when I had my major allergic reaction when I was 20, but I still didn’t want to risk becoming worse.  The emergency room quickly hooked me up to some fluids, gave me some benadryl, and capped everything off with a shot of adrenaline.  Within minutes I was feeling back to normal, and after an hour or so, I was released.

I was pretty set on not taking my medical bracelet off until my shot at love was over, but that didn’t last too long once I got annoyed by it in the shower.