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So the bad thing about UTIs is that you have to remember to drink a lot. Something I often forget to do on a daily basis.
Wednesday morning was one of those where I mixed dehydration with caffeine.
I reached into my bag for that lovely drug called Phenazopyridine, the aforementioned bladder analgesic.
30 minutes later…. hmm.. what is that? Is that my throat tightening up again?
My mouth, tongue, cheeks, and neck all feel weird.
I remember I’m supposed to be taking prednisone, so I take that. The reaction slows, but doesn’t stop.
It’s snowing, wet and cold and therefore I’m too damned lazy to walk up to Walgreens and buy some claritin and pepcid, or maybe good old-fashioned Benadryl.
Eventually at 4pm Mike takes me (once again!) to Urgent care. The nice doctor whose badge tells me she’s Faculty and a Rheumatologist takes away the box of Phenazopyridine and throws them in the garbage. She’s afraid I might wake up some night and ingest something my body thinks is a poison.
After less than an hour I’m out of there with a bigger prescription for prednisone, a month’s supply of claritin, and (FINALLY) and Epi-Pen.

We have dinner, do some shopping and finally stop to pick up my prescriptions, but my day-long allergic reaction is getting worse. My abdominal muscles are tightening up and my neck is feeling better, not worse.
In a last ditch effort to be able to sleep without dying I take the maximum dose of liquid benadryl I can and go to bed.

Benadryl is an awesome drug, right up until the point where you wake up with a diphenhydramine hangover.

On the bright side, my iPod is working again!