Well, I could have died, but I didn't, and thats why it's a good story

Just home from a thoroughly unpleasant series of events. I had a severe allergic reaction, though not technically anaphylaxis, as my blood pressure did not bottom out. The worst thing is, I don't know what I reacted to. The best thing is I was working in the hospital, and all of the care, ever the really unpleasant parts,like a nasal access laryngoscopy ( ouch- too sick for sedation) were done quickly and lifesavingly. I have been in the swarm around the bed before, setting up for intubation, but never the one the scope was planned for. And after I escaped intubation that time, I was kept in the monitored area for a few hours, to make sure it wasn't a biphasic reaction. It was. I got scared said my nurse's name ( I will never forget Cynthia- my goal in life is now to be that nurse to a patient) she looked at me, started paging people, and when my airway closed up, the bed swarm was assembled. The epinephrine worked, again, but I earned my self a stay in the monitored care unit, right next to the ICU, with the ICU charge nurse stopping by periodically to make me talk, so she could hear if I was getting squeakier. I currently sound like Betty Boop or maybe Minnie Mouse. I have two weeks off work, an allergist very interested to seeing me in the morning, and a profound love for my fellow nurses and the physicians who did their thing so well. I'm proud of the Kaiser hospital I work at, and I'm happy to be alive.If they hadn't reacted as well, if they hadn't kept me for so long, I'd have died.. I'm so very grateful . SO, what's everyone knittig?