It was the year 2012. I was running regularly. I had ran a half marathon in the beginning of April and a 10K in the end of May. Even though my times were an average of 10 min/ mile, I was optimistic about improving it.
On the fifth of July, it came to me as a total surprise.I realized that my body actually had some serious attitude. It got very upset with the four shrimps I had that day. The crustaceans were never my favorites. My lips became itchy every time I ate a few. I never gave it a second thought though, mostly because I had shrimp only once in several months. I had heard about allergies but never really understood how it could affect the body.
On that day, I returned from work thinking it would be fun to go for a run at the REC center with my husband. We were both quite hungry and finished a bowl of Shrimp Tom Yum before heading to the gym. I had a good run. This was an indoor track and felt a little different. I could see a person using the spray to clean the windows on the side of the track. I missed the fresh air. Towards the end of forty five mins, I felt my ears were warm. My hands and feet felt itchy.
I stopped to drink some water. My head felt dizzy. I sat down on the seat of a rowing machine, nearby. Instinctively, my eyes turned to my bare thighs and hands. I saw that my skin had broke out into hives. I walked up to my husband and let him know. He decided to take me to a hospital, immediately. By the time he reached the car in the parking lot, I could no longer stand and wait. I was so lightheaded that I had to sit on the sidewalk . I had trouble seeing anything even a few feet away. Very soon, I had only darkness before my eyes. I panicked and told my husband that I was going to die.
He suggested I relax and close my eyes. He had allergy attacks before so he knew. As I sat in the car , I had everything pass by me in a huge blurry confusion. I had never had this sort of experience of utter loss of control. My brain stopped thinking . I felt the need to use the restroom . I later surmised that even my husband did not know that this was more severe than a normal allergy attack.
He took me to a nearby pharmacy store. I got off the car holding him with both hands and putting my head on his broad chest. I could not see and relied on him to lead me to the restroom. I don’t know what actually happened. He may have tried to lock the car at that point or turned around for some reason. Without the support, I fell on the ground hitting my head and fainted. My hair clasp broke in three pieces and saved my head from fatal bruises. Failing to pick up my unconscious body, my husband called 911.
The emergency services came quickly. I was getting back some partial consciousness in between. I felt the prick and some muffled words and then again I was somewhere else in deep darkness. They took me to the Emergency Room. They gave me steroid medication through the intravenous drip. At some point they cut off my clothes and put an electric blanket over me. I lay there often wondering if I was really alive or dead. It took me couple of hours to see the bright lights and people in front on me.
After three hours of attention, I was revived and later released to go home.
Though the whole experience I had learnt a lesson about letting go. I had zero contribution in the whole revival process. I could not communicate anything. As the situation had it, I had to submit completely. I was calm and did not try to fight what was coming at me.
It was when I regained consciousness that I altered my stance and started to take decisions based on my own discretion.
Truth is like the illusive lover. You anticipate the footsteps and you think you know. You catch a glimpse. You think you saw. Only when you come face to face and lift the veil, the beauty is unbearable and you think you never knew it and never saw it this way…