Outdrive1
Outdrive1 Marine Sales https://www.outdrive1.com/
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After reading Dilligaf’s thread this morning. I thought I’d share what happened yesterday. His thread is a reminder that life is short, and not to take it for granted.
Yesterday was just a typical mid week day for me. Wake up. Feed our little one. Work on the laptop, finish paperwork, and schedule the end of my week. I was making good progress and decided I’d run the dogs down to the dog park for 30 minutes.
My wife was putting the baby down for her first nap and hoping in the shower. I was just waiting for her to get out so I could leave. She gets out, I go outside, start the truck, put the dogs in the truck, pull the truck out of the garage and start gathering up all the household trash to run to the dumpster.
As I go back inside to grab the kitchen trash, my wife comes down the hall and says she feels really weird. She says she itchy everywhere and dizzy. I’m confused at this point, I know she has random food allergies, but we hadn’t eaten yet. I ask her if she’s taken any Benadryl or anything? She gets hives, and I was worried she would start scratching. She has scratched herself enough to draw blood in the past. Anyhow, we couldn’t find Bennadryl in the house, so I grab a Claritin and I tell her to calm down while I run to Circle K and grab some Benadryl.
No bid deal. Truck was already running, it takes five minutes to go across the street. Get to Circle K. Grab Benadryl head back to drop it off so we can go to the dog park. I come in, my wife is on the bed, talking on the phone to the 911 operator and barely able to talk or breathe. Im like wtf is going on. This went from itching to full blown reaction and she can’t breathe. Her throat is swelling shut.
Ok. Baby is in the room crying. I can here her. Truck is running in the neighbors driveway with dogs in it. Wife is in full panic trying to breathe. I’m doing my best to hold the situation together. I open the garages, chalk the door open and get ready for the fire dept to come through. Dogs being in the truck actually worked out pretty well. I look at the garage and see the fire truck going down the street, and around the bend and out of sight.
Holy fuck. Now I’m panicking. I’m not sure how much time until my wife actually can’t get any air in. She’s still holding the phone. Im screaming at the phone now, tell them to turn around. They passed the house. Later the guy said they had the wrong address. [emoji2359]
What seems like a lifetime passes before they come back. At this point things are moving fast. There’s five six guys in the spare bedroom working on her. I cant even get in the room. They gave her an IV, oxygen, breathing treatments. The ambulance guys show up with the gurney. I can hear my wife talking and laughing at this point. Whatever they gave her is working and she can breathe again. Thank God. What a relief.
They ended up taking her to hospital and she was released a couple hours later. This shit escalated so fast. My head was spinning as Im standing in the hallway with Buckskin Fire in the room. How close did we come? I don’t know. But had we been in the boat or in the desert, what would have happened? What if I wasn’t home? Scary shit.
The reaction was to a new hair product she sprayed on after she got out of the shower. The fire guys washed her hair in the bedroom as well to get it off of her. Just some random reaction to that product.
Everyone is fine today. Life is short and you don’t realize how quick shit can happen.
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Yesterday was just a typical mid week day for me. Wake up. Feed our little one. Work on the laptop, finish paperwork, and schedule the end of my week. I was making good progress and decided I’d run the dogs down to the dog park for 30 minutes.
My wife was putting the baby down for her first nap and hoping in the shower. I was just waiting for her to get out so I could leave. She gets out, I go outside, start the truck, put the dogs in the truck, pull the truck out of the garage and start gathering up all the household trash to run to the dumpster.
As I go back inside to grab the kitchen trash, my wife comes down the hall and says she feels really weird. She says she itchy everywhere and dizzy. I’m confused at this point, I know she has random food allergies, but we hadn’t eaten yet. I ask her if she’s taken any Benadryl or anything? She gets hives, and I was worried she would start scratching. She has scratched herself enough to draw blood in the past. Anyhow, we couldn’t find Bennadryl in the house, so I grab a Claritin and I tell her to calm down while I run to Circle K and grab some Benadryl.
No bid deal. Truck was already running, it takes five minutes to go across the street. Get to Circle K. Grab Benadryl head back to drop it off so we can go to the dog park. I come in, my wife is on the bed, talking on the phone to the 911 operator and barely able to talk or breathe. Im like wtf is going on. This went from itching to full blown reaction and she can’t breathe. Her throat is swelling shut.
Ok. Baby is in the room crying. I can here her. Truck is running in the neighbors driveway with dogs in it. Wife is in full panic trying to breathe. I’m doing my best to hold the situation together. I open the garages, chalk the door open and get ready for the fire dept to come through. Dogs being in the truck actually worked out pretty well. I look at the garage and see the fire truck going down the street, and around the bend and out of sight.
Holy fuck. Now I’m panicking. I’m not sure how much time until my wife actually can’t get any air in. She’s still holding the phone. Im screaming at the phone now, tell them to turn around. They passed the house. Later the guy said they had the wrong address. [emoji2359]
What seems like a lifetime passes before they come back. At this point things are moving fast. There’s five six guys in the spare bedroom working on her. I cant even get in the room. They gave her an IV, oxygen, breathing treatments. The ambulance guys show up with the gurney. I can hear my wife talking and laughing at this point. Whatever they gave her is working and she can breathe again. Thank God. What a relief.
They ended up taking her to hospital and she was released a couple hours later. This shit escalated so fast. My head was spinning as Im standing in the hallway with Buckskin Fire in the room. How close did we come? I don’t know. But had we been in the boat or in the desert, what would have happened? What if I wasn’t home? Scary shit.
The reaction was to a new hair product she sprayed on after she got out of the shower. The fire guys washed her hair in the bedroom as well to get it off of her. Just some random reaction to that product.
Everyone is fine today. Life is short and you don’t realize how quick shit can happen.
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