So when you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town...
SO a couple people have heard about my night on Saturday so I think I'll post a short rundown.
I get back from lunch at work, and my back really hurts and I have really bad cramps. So I realize that I left my purse in my car, and I don't have my good drugs (Aleve, its what I always take for just about everything). I ask Kristen if we have any Tylenol or anything at the desk....she says we have aspirin in the drawer. Aspirin, right? Everybody takes aspirin. Well, apparently, not me, or at least, not anymore.
I took two and we were so busy, I was just trying to ignore the fact that I felt kinda weird, just figured I was stressed out and running all over the place....I finally take a break at the desk and I realize that my throat is REALLY tight. Like, I can hardly breath and definitely can't swallow. So Dan (my manager) comes up and starts talking to me, he realizes that I am not listening and asks me whats going on....I'm like...I can't.....breath...
He has Kristen walk me to the break room and I'm just chillin out back there trying to catch my breath, kinda trying to talk to Matt and then I'm like hyperventilating and I start to black out and I fall off the stool and I'm sitting on the ground. Ross walks up and he's all concerned and I still cant breath and I'm not really there at all and I kept feeling like I was blacking out.
Ross calls the store manager over and he's like, should we call an ambulance? I'm like, no, dammit, I'm fine and stubborn...but I still cant breath and he's like, I'm gonna get someone to take you to the ER...
This guy Scott drove me there, he totally drove like a madman, and they admitted me right away and had to give me a big shot of Benadryl to bring down the swelling in my throat so I could breath again, plus a handful of Prednisone to get it out of my system, I guess.
So I was really messed up from all the drugs but I could breath again, so I was a happy girl. And I went home and stopped back at work first to tell everyone that I was alive (kindof, Benadryl in large doses kinda fucks you up) and I took my car back home (probably a bad idea but whats done is done).
I've had to stay on the Prednisone for a couple days to make sure I dont react again, and the stuff is really gross, it makes me so thirsty, my tummy hurts from it, and my mouth always tastes bad but I suppose it is better than no oxygen. So that is the story about Stefanie being allergic to ASPIRIN. Of all the stupid things.

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