Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre ER, and my newfound shellfish allergy
"I'm scared of needles!!"
"Sorry buddy we're busy saving your life."
60 minutes earlier...
My parents and I were just wrapping up dinner at The Ivy with some lovely dessert. I'd just stuffed my face full with some beautiful crab salad and lobster risotto. And we had a few bottles of Bollinger. We also saw Dave Navarro of Red Hot Chili Peppers, as well as an Anderson Cooper look-a-like but I wasn't sure as I didn't think CNN is filmed in LA.
After dinner I took a leisurely stroll across to the Melrose Bar and Grill, near the John Varvatos store on Robertson, to meet up with
taipeiflyer and
HUGE AL. We were all set for a huge night in WeHo. Or so we thought. It was a huge night indeed. Just that it didn't exactly occur at the clubs of WeHo.
I'd ordered a glass of champagne and had barely sat down when I felt this weird tingly sensation. I excused myself to use the bathroom. I saw that my face had swelled up somewhat, and welts were starting to appear on my hands and neck. I figured that it was an allergic reaction, but didn't think it was all that serious as I'd obviously never experienced anaphylactic shock before.
So I went back to the bar and was thinking that all I needed were a few drinks and a lie-down to make it all go away. But my friends knew better. Apparently
HUGE AL could see welts growing on my neck right before his eyes. I was immediately hauled into
taipeiflyer's car and we headed for Cedars-Sinai which was only around the corner on Beverly. We filled up a form at reception. When the staff caught a glimpse of me and saw that I'd listed 'allergic reaction' as the reason for my visit, I was practically thrown across the room, into a wheelchair and was sitting on a bed in ER within 10 minutes. According to
taipeiflyer this was an impressive record as people usually had to wait ages for treatment even in ER. By this point I was chocking a little; it felt like my throat was going to close up. I was also later informed that my head had swollen up beyond recognition (cue Will Smith in "Hitch").
My fear of needles did not deter the nurse from jabbing into me and pumping into my veins what looked like a coughtail of drugs, with machine-like efficiency. I was intrigued and thought she was only being funny when she said that they were "busy saving your life." But another conversation we had later in the evening made me realise that she was actually serious. And how lucky I was.
The diagnosis suggested that I was reacting to the shellfish I had. Apparently I was allergic to shellfish all my life but hadn't reacted till just then. I was ok with not having to eat crab or lobster ever again, but almost had to reach for the smelling salts when I realised that the definition of 'shellfish' extends to mussels, oysters and clams.
We all react differently when faced with a crisis. In my case I became strangely nonchalant. I started discussing with the nurse, who was still injecting me with drugs, my travels. I think at one stage I was also discussing my shopping plans for the following day. And all this while both my mates, who were with me in ER, were apparently freaking out.
As the effects of the drugs kicked in I progressively felt better and started looking less scary.
HUGE AL wanted to take some pics so that I could later see what I'd looked like but I thought ignorance was bliss and refused.
It wasn't at all pleasant when the side effects of having adrenaline in me kicked in, leaving me with these anxious feelings flowing out from my chest. The doctor took pity on me and authorised more injections of a certain drug, name of which I can't remember, to counteract the side effects.
I also passed out for a few hours due to the effects of the drugs, and was literally comatose as I couldn't seem to hear
taipeiflyer and
HUGE AL screaming over me to check out how asleep I was.
The whole ordeal probably lasted about 7 hours. They had to keep me in there under observation for a minimum of 6 hours after injecting me with the drugs. It felt like a lifetime. I was finally discharged at about 5am. Throughout this time
taipeiflyer and
HUGE AL stayed with me at the hospital even after security banished them both from ER. I didn't ask this of them - but I couldn't have been more grateful.
So I can't eat shellfish for life, or drink any alcohol for a month, thus halting my binge for this trip (those caterers for QF108 JFK-SYD must be very relieved

), due to the mountain of meds prescribed. But it could've been worse.
I think this would be a good point to sign off. I invite
taipeiflyer and
HUGE AL to fill in the blanks or correct my account of the night given that my memory of that evening is probably impaired by all the drugs that were flowing through my system.
And thank goodness for travel insurance, or I'd have been so out of pocket with all the medical expenses!
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