Thursday night, Anna had been hanging out in her dorm room, watching one of our favorite shows, Psych. We grabbed some cookies from Insomnia Cookies, and sat prepared to watch our show when she took a bite of one of the cookies. I had asked what was wrong when she started coughing. Apparently there may have been some sort of cross contamination with one of the snickerdoodle cookies we had gotten. Both of us have a peanut allergy, so it’s probably not very good. I’m glad I didn’t eat one of the cookies myself.

She took a benadryl, some water, but the allergy went straight for her throat. She and I had an epipen prepared, but we realized it might be best to go to the hospital in the case that it was worse than what we thought. Ambulances are expensive so we got an Uber to the hospital and met a very nice old man who had gotten us there very quickly. He talked a lot about how he had been on campus, which was really fun to hear what the University of Iowa was like in the 70’s.

We arrived at the hospital, and we had to go through metal detectors. She got her pepperspray taken, whilst I got a multi-tool taken that I forgot I had in my backpack. We checked in, but didn’t have to sit for very long when a nurse called us back. They asked if I had to administer an epipen, or if she’d taken any medication. Simple questions like that of course. But we were very quickly given a bed. They only had rooms avaliable in the hall though, but it’s better than nothing at all. Afterall, the ER is always pretty packed.

Anna was given an IV, but she first had to get a needle in first, which she hates. So she had to close her eyes, and I held her arm down to keep her from moving. That was over quickly though. We called her parents and made sure they knew what was going on. She was incredibly cold because of the fluid, so I asked for a blanket from our nurse. I was ignored completely which made me pretty mad. Luckily, I came prepared with my sweatshirt, an extra flannel, and a towel for some reason. I always come prepared. I wrapped her up like a mummy in the mish-mash of clothes. Although it looked kind of weird.

We made sure she was okay, and only had to stay for a couple hours before she was able to leave the hospital. We just talked and listened in on the nurse drama. It was fun. Not how we thought we would be spending Thursday night, but it was fun. After, we decided to head back to her dorm and watch Psych until 2 in the morning.

In conclusion, Peanut allergies suck. I’m glad I didn’t take a bite of any of those cookies. Or we’d both be in a hospital bed.

Anyway, That’s all for now. See you in my next blog readers.