Mr Wasp, You Shouldn’t Have
Nasal congestion – check. Cough – check. Nausea – check. Stomach pain – check. Feeling faint and confused – check. Hoarse voice – check. Sense of impending doom – oh shit, that’s me self-diagnosed with anaphylactic shock, as per the symptoms listed on the internet.
Of course, when my trembling legs carried me into a doctor’s office at Chiang Mai Ram Hospital, I get the Thai equivalent of “pish” to my self-diagnosis of an allergic reaction to a wasp sting. And perhaps a snort of derision. And that was without me mentioning the word anaphylaxis or the sense of impending doom that had descended on me the day after I was stung.
The Thai doctor announced that because my face wasn’t swollen I had not, in fact, had a reaction to the wasp stings. He proceeded to prescribe a powerful anti-histamine, on top of the one I had already taken, and ushered me on my way. This left me quite confused.
I was already feeling dazed as I followed directions to the fourth floor of the hospital, back down to the first floor, into the nurse’s office, into the doctor’s office, then to a prescription waiting area, then to the cashier, then to the “prescription counselling room”. I decided to ignore the doctor’s Thai “pish” and focus on the fact that I felt better than I did the day before and the nurse’s check had shown my vital signs were normal.
But I’m left wondering whether I should now carry an epi-pen in case I get stung again. Perhaps I can ask Darling Man to get me one next Christmas.
This Christmas has pretty much been a write-off. We had a fabulous Christmas Eve at the local bowling alley, and a sumptuous Christmas brunch at a five star hotel.
And then Christmas came to a screaming halt as we rode home from brunch. Actually the cheery mood ended with a gasp of pain and some awkward scrabbling around down the front of my shirt.
Mr Wasp, you shouldn’t have. I know it was Christmas, but there was no need to be so generous. Just one sting would have let me know you were stuck inside my clothes and needed some assistance. The delay in your rescue was the result of the multitude of items I was carrying – baby, milk bottle, giant balloon toy. Four stings, really, was too much.
I was already feeling sick from the neverending head cold that I think I’m stuck with for the rest of my life. But I started to feel even more blah about an hour after we got home. I obviously looked less-than-fantastic because my mother said so when I finally caught her on Skype.
So this year, we seemed to have taken a Christmas bypass, through a combination of ill-health, poor planning and Thailand and Darling Man’s prevailing Buddhism. Next year, I plan to make more of an effort to create a Christmas event worthy of our cross-cultural multinational family, as I did last year in Singapore.
I am now focussing on the new year, a healthier happier new year full of exciting adventures. Here’s to a great 2012 for everyone!
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