Here we go again
I recently asked Quentin to deal with a wasps' nest so I could prune the wisteria. He's done it before and probably been stung in the process, but this time was different.
Not long after the sting (on his neck), Quent came over feeling very itchy and took a shower. While in the shower, he felt his mouth go numb. I was at the supermarket, so he took a couple of Piriton and went for a lie down. He took the precaution of telling Oakley that he might faint and, if he did, to tell Mum when she got home that it was a wasp sting. Oakley checked the instructions and went back to reading his book in his bedroom.
When I returned from the supermarket, Quent called down that he was "in trouble". I knew immediately that it was serious - he's not one to admit anything is wrong in a hurry.
Quent's speech was slurred, his vision blurry and he had hives all over his body. He said we should wait for the Piriton to take effect. I called Frances, our family medic, and she suggested dialling 999.
By the time the ambulance arrived (albeit, that was very fast), he had passed out (and come back round again, thanks to a lot of shrieking and slapping from Nurse Helen). He was not in a good way.
Before too long, Quent was hooked up to monitors and a drip. In between rigors he claimed he was fine. It was just like being back at the Christie, except the ward was our bedroom. The crew administered a saline drip, steroids, more piriton and adrenaline. Eventually, his blood pressure began to creep back up from 81/40 and, with the help of another ambulance crew, they "evacuated him flat" (on a stretcher). I saw him into the ambulance where they added a bit of oxygen to the other medical paraphenalia.
They monitored him overnight in hospital and sent him home with a few drugs and an epipen. He was back on the DIY by Monday morning as if nothing had happened.
So now we know that Quent is allergic to wasps, as well as cats and calling ambulances.
Not long after the sting (on his neck), Quent came over feeling very itchy and took a shower. While in the shower, he felt his mouth go numb. I was at the supermarket, so he took a couple of Piriton and went for a lie down. He took the precaution of telling Oakley that he might faint and, if he did, to tell Mum when she got home that it was a wasp sting. Oakley checked the instructions and went back to reading his book in his bedroom.
When I returned from the supermarket, Quent called down that he was "in trouble". I knew immediately that it was serious - he's not one to admit anything is wrong in a hurry.
Quent's speech was slurred, his vision blurry and he had hives all over his body. He said we should wait for the Piriton to take effect. I called Frances, our family medic, and she suggested dialling 999.
By the time the ambulance arrived (albeit, that was very fast), he had passed out (and come back round again, thanks to a lot of shrieking and slapping from Nurse Helen). He was not in a good way.
Before too long, Quent was hooked up to monitors and a drip. In between rigors he claimed he was fine. It was just like being back at the Christie, except the ward was our bedroom. The crew administered a saline drip, steroids, more piriton and adrenaline. Eventually, his blood pressure began to creep back up from 81/40 and, with the help of another ambulance crew, they "evacuated him flat" (on a stretcher). I saw him into the ambulance where they added a bit of oxygen to the other medical paraphenalia.
They monitored him overnight in hospital and sent him home with a few drugs and an epipen. He was back on the DIY by Monday morning as if nothing had happened.
So now we know that Quent is allergic to wasps, as well as cats and calling ambulances.
posted by Helen at 9/25/2013 10:15:00 am
2 Comments:
Oh Dear, I do hope he well on the way to recovery. What a way to find out!
Hopefully just need to avoid wasps for the future, and nothing else long term.
What Halfway through another month and NO news, catastrophy, NOTHING !
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