Fickle Finger of Fate

I am a person blessed with good health, but I remember the exact moment I thought I was going to die.

It was a late spring afternoon, collecting browse for an ailing possum when I was stung by paper wasps. I had been stung, bitten and scratched by nasties before so thought nothing of the incident. Sometime later a tingling of the lips began. The tingling progressed to an insane scalp itch whilst driving home.

Under a cold shower I noticed huge welts covering my torso. My eyes and lips began to swell and I knew something was wrong. I called out to my husband and remember vaguely being pulled dripping into some clothes with the word NOW ringing in my ears. Memories from then on are of desperate wheezing and clawing of nails on skin. An overwhelming sensation of helpless heaviness. I was in the end stages of an anaphylactic shock.

I owe my life to adrenalin. I carry some with me now all the time.

 

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