poor boyfriend

My poor boyfriend had a rough day today and I wasn't there to do anything to help him.

He was scheduled to have a CT done. Most CT scans are done with contrast dye these days, and I didn't think anything of it, but I joked with him last night that he might get a hot flash from the dye.

He went, got the scans done. As he was getting dressed, he felt itchy. Then he noticed the hives.

He said that he then got a technician. They recognized it as an allergic reaction to the dye. Stuck another line in him, poured fluids in, and started pushing Benadryl. He said that his vision got blurry for a time, and then slowly he got better.

He had the nerve to complain that the second IV bruised his arm.

"Honey," I explained "they're less concerned about bruising and more about saving your life."

I also told him he was a good boy for bringing up the itching after the exam, and said that at least he was in a good place to have such a reaction.

When they let him go, he stopped and got a late lunch with a few beers. Appetite is a good thing.

Having massive amounts of Benadryl from a drug allergy makes most people tired. When I had my reaction, I was so sleepy afterwards I was grateful to have my friend drive me home. And here he goes and makes a stop at BevMo where he finds my gluten-free beer in stock today.

Got home about the same time I did. We talk for about 45 minutes about what happened. Then he finally says that he's tired and wanted to go lie down.

About time ;-)

But I'm so touched that after all he went through he got me some of my beer to enjoy this weekend. Now I'm really glad I got the surprise gifts as a belated birthday present for him (he's earned it).

It's days like this that make the distance tough.