Yesterday my husband and I were out in the country swimming at a lake. Out youngest called. He was having an allergic reaction to SOMETHING. We still aren't exactly sure what, but he was feeling a bit alarmed. He and I talked through possible courses of action- take an antihistamine, go to one of the local urgent care centers, go to an ER. At first the antihistamine seemed like the way to go. Within a few minutes between texts and phone calls it was clear that a visit to the urgent care center was the prudent thing to do. I figured he was OK. I went for a short swim and checked my phone. My son sent me a text that the urgent care center had sent him on to the ER. My husband and I packed up and raced back to the city, an hour away. Our two other kids abandoned their Sunday afternoon plans and rushed to the ER to be with their brother. By the time I had arrived my son looked like this. His allergic reaction had receded. The hives were gone. The swelling in his mouth was...
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