Hello out there. Here I am again, alive. I didn't have any plans for Memorial Day, but this old body decided to have a party for one, beginning on Sunday evening. I knew the train was pulling up to the station, loudly and fast. Yup folks, arrives the anaphylactic shock seat. OK, I went along with the plans. I really, really tried to get through it, but the decision to call 911 was pretty much made by me when I became so damn dizzy, then VVR started, and I smashed down into my nightstand table, and landed on the floor passed out. Woke up to the two dogs licking my feet and legs. Then another hit of diarrhea rolled in, I barely made it to the toilet. Started to feel like vomiting, then both ends erupted. That happened a few times, pushing me along to think it would be best to call 911. I haven't a clue about what time it was. Off I went. In ER for hours I guess. Saline bags, open full throttle in both arms. Epinephrine three times max they do, first 500 mg, then 300 mg, then 500 mg. Steroids at same time, then they wait and watch to see if my blood pressure goes up. My BP was 59/31 at one time. It was also I was told lower when I was unconscious. Apparently my lady heart specialist was on that night, and I heard her say, is my cart ready? She was ready to go in my neck, thread down into my heart to administer more epinephrine if those three high does given before didn't kick up my BP. Oh, the joys of partying for one. Well, low and behold I guess I started responding. Then she said, after getting blood results that my white cell count was bad, get the kidney machine, she needs her kidneys flushed. They were getting overworked. I only know all this, after being told about it. Meanwhile, the county sheriff department, reached my husband to let him know about me. Yup folks, he was at work. I had to like I wrote, be attending my party of one, all alone. Eventually I got taken up to a hospital room. They took great care of me, didn't let me get much sleep. They gave me a lovely bodily cleaning, including getting vomit out of my hair. I was released only when I was able to eat something and keep it down and in. So I arrived back on the Island late Monday afternoon. My husband did his best with bringing me clothes to go home in. I was fortunate to have most clothing, minus pants and shoes. I had the lovely choice of not one pair of underwear, but three pair. Now, must be a guy thing, no I was told, it is a lack of sleep thing. He was coming off of 4 nights of 5 working. So I got to wear scrub pants home, and those pillow paw socks. Got home finally, he had to run in and get me pants and shoes. My little doggies are happy again and so am I. Just glad is all. My husband is is glad to he said. I need someone to take care of me. So party for one is done. In the books. Now a few days to just kick back and rest.