Filed under: life, the universe, and everything
So, last night, around 1 or 2, my back hurt. I have a little plastic tub where I have various creams and such. There’s one bottle in there that I bought, noticed that the last ingredient was 0.25% Capsaicin, and have avoided ever since. See, I had to go to the ER at 16 following a bowl of chili with jalapenos, and I’ve always blamed the jalapenos. Since then, Indian and Chinese with those red peppers have impelled me to use my inhaler, so…
Guess what my hand grabbed when I was half-asleep?
At 4, I woke up the SO to ask, “Bug bites or hives?” He squinted, said, “Um. Bug bites? I think?” I decided that if there was any doubt I should wash the stuff off.
In the shower, my lips started to swell. Hives. (Apparently I shouldn’t have used hot water, but… frickin’ brr. Brian keeps the house like a freezer.)
Next to swell was my mouth; I sounded like I was on Novocaine and it was getting harder to breathe, so I stabbed myself with my epi-pen and we went to the ER. (It was snowing, and me in my Birks without socks! Brr!) I now have a prescription for a five day course of prednisone.
Because I accidentally smeared pepper juice on my skin.
That’s new. And unwelcome.