My 14-year-old son’s face became swollen; cheeks like chipmunks and lips resembled bad botox. His mouth ached, with pustules in his throat. No fever. Probably a virus but fear gripped me by the shoulders when he said his throat felt tight.
Sitting in the ER, I feel foolish. My son seemed fine, playing video games.
After 4 uneventful hours: “Here’s Prednisone, Benadryl, Pepcid, Motrin. Follow up with an allergist and pediatrician.”
“So what is it?” I ask.
“Not sure. Our job is making sure he’s not dying in the next 24 hours and you take it from there.”