The time I overdosed...

Not to be outdone by Josh's medical dramas, it seems 2016 might be my year to shine.

The other day, I woke up with an itchy eyelid and nostril. Weird, hey! I took a Telfast (antihistamine) and tried not to scratch it. An hour or so later, it was still super itchy, so I tried rubbing on some ointment - still no relief.

I toddled down to the local pharmacy to see if they could help.

"I'm dying!"
"You look pretty healthy for someone who's dying...?" the pharmacist enquired.
"Well, I am. You just have to look closely. At my eyelid."

I explained what was happening, and he seemed very surprised that the Telfast didn't solve it. He said that it was probably a contact allergy (so, I touched something, then rubbed my face) and that I should take these pills.

"Now, it says take one three times a day, but instead, I want you to take four at once, about an hour before you want to go to bed. You'll have the best nights sleep of your life and wake up good as gold tomorrow."

Nervously excited about my impending 'best sleep ever', I gulped down the pills and hit the hay.

I tossed and turned all night. I couldn't get comfortable. I was hot, then cold, then hot again. I slept in til 9:26am, when Josh couldn't stand it any longer and kept beeping the tractor horn right outside the bedroom window.

Groggily, I scratched my face and peered in the mirror. I was not good as gold.

I was blotchy, itchy, red and miserable. I couldn't think clearly and felt like death.

I stumbled around, complaining, for about half an hour or so before Josh told me to go to the hospital. I sat there for about an hour, listening to some old guy dribble on about needing his blood pressure checked, how the Chinese are buying up all the land and how much rain we were supposed to get this week. I politely ignored him and tried to keep my eyes open.

Finally, it was my turn to see the nurse on duty.

She took some notes, and all my vitals, then declared that I'd overdosed myself.

Whatever was wrong with me the other day was pretty irrelevant, as all the symptoms I was showing was from an overdose of the anti-allergy medication the pharmacist prescribed. She gave me a steroid pill for three days and said it would clear up soon.

Sure enough, I'm back to normal today. My skin is still a little dry, but (thank GOD!) the itching has stopped.

Moral of the story? Always listen to my mother. She said that taking four pills seemed like too much.