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Twice in the past, my tongue has swollen when taking antibiotics, and with a 30-mile drive to the hospital, we called 911. Then, if my symptoms worsened, I’d have immediate assistance. Thankfully, I remained stable.
All my test results came back normal, blood work and EKG. After
ruling out any other cause, the ER doctor treated my reaction with an IV
concoction of medications and sent me home with a list of oral doses.
In a follow up with my regular practitioner, she told me it
takes about two weeks for antibiotics to leave our system and so my symptoms
could come and go for several more days. I’m not totally out of danger yet but
the prednisone should speed my recovery, along with 65 oz of water and Benadryl
four times a day, plus an antacid to reduce any reflux.
This is the third adverse reaction to an antibiotic. All
three were different meds with rare side effects, but each time I inadvertently
minimized the affects. Hours before starting the antibiotics, my allergies
flared up, and I took an antihistamine. I am sure God had a hand in that. Now,
the idea of taking antibiotics makes me anxious, but I’ll keep Benadryl on hand
and put my trust — and my life — in God’s hands.
Our Daily Bread devotion for Tuesday spoke about how God searches and rescues us from our difficulties — if we accept His help. He often does it through people, like my First Responders and the hospital staff, but I can be First Responder in other ways. I can pray, listen, care, and devote my time and any resources I have to help someone else.
Has anyone’s compassion rescued you when you needed it most?
Have you ever rescued someone else?
Dear Lord, thank you for being my Rescuer repeatedly. I
will try to pay it forward. Amen.