What started off as typical hockey-travel-here-we-go-missing-church-again-Sunday, turned into an oh-dear-what-are-those-spots-all-over-you-Colton (?) kind of a day. So while Rick packed the hockey gear in the car, I took the making- a- funny-noise-under-the-left-front-side truck and we met at the walk-in clinic. With visions of bug-bite-type-itchy-rashes whirling through my head we were quickly ushered into an old-exam-room-not-being-untilized-except-for-kids-with-suspected "chicken pops" and placed under quarantine.
As Colton bravely put on his adult size gown, we saw the welts on his tiny body blossom and grow. When we saw the subtle but so telling swell in his skinny little feet, then elbows, and knees... My voice grew an octave and I said in my-I-am-mommy-and-you-must-listen-to-me-now-voice... please go get the doctor. Because I have seen this before. Those little "chicken" spots... had suddenly grown into unabashed hives.
The doctor came quickly. She affirmed, no fever, no coughs, no sniffles, no trouble breathing, no underlying illness. Just in-your-face-hives reacting to gosh-only-knows- what-he-may-have-ingested. But as she quizzed us relentlessly I did flashback to my own little bout with a food allergy. I blogged about it here the day Nolan bought the Famous Amos cookies.
As we shared with the doctor my severe allergic reaction with still no known cause, she affirmed it is actually common. Nearly 80 percent of people who suffer an allergic reaction, never find out how it was caused. We know two things in Colton's case. He ate pistacchio-salad-at-a-hockey-potluck-party, Saturday, and had a Reeses-Peanut-Butter-Cup, Saturday night at the Spud hockey game.
So buoyed with strict orders for rest, no gym, no hockey for a few days, and lots of Caladryl and Benadryl... Colton and I headed home and sent Rick and Nolan off to hockey.
We spent our Sunday snuggled-on-the-couch-together-watching-hockey-at-Grandpa's and Grandma's house. And when Grandpa offered us banana NUT bread we said thank-you-very-much-but-NOT-in-a-gajillion years!!!
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