It took me a while to write this entry because I wanted to make sure I wasn’t writing from a place of anger or indignation. I wanted my state of mind to be fair because I don’t want to get into a fight, but I do want to make sure they do the right thing.
A couple of weeks ago, Elon was once again rushed to the ER due to an anaphylactic attack. His first experience helped me put my research and preparedness to work, and while I always prayed that we would never have to deal with it in real life, I’m also glad that we knew what to do when it happened.
This second time, it was just me and E. His dad had work and a dinner, so I planned a nice day for just the two of us, which included dinner at Conti’s. I’m not going to say which branch it was, since I’m sure they share the same recipes anyway, and this is something that every single branch needs to act upon. I ordered the smoked BBQ ribs for E, since he has had barbecue a trillion times before. Barbecue is generally one of the safest foods for him. I asked if it contained peanuts or dairy of any form, and informed them of his allergy. I was reassured that it contained none of those things, and I was satisfied.
An hour or so later, we got home and started preparing for bed. In the shower, E started to cough. I thought he accidentally swallowed water from the shower, and didn’t think more of it. Then he started to complain that he was feeling itchy. I got him out of the shower, wiped him down, and got ready to put some lotion on him, when I saw it.