Janice Harvey: Inside an anaphylactic nightmare
Janice Harvey: Inside an anaphylactic nightmare By Janice Harvey I was speechless. When I realized my airway was closing, there was no one in the house to tell. I’d just taken a big swig of water I’d doctored with a yummy flavor enhancer when I felt my throat closing. I grabbed the phone and dialed 911, but I was barely able to squeak out the words “I can’t breathe.” It’s true — you can utter those words as your windpipe narrows, but not much else. The dispatcher recognized this and told me not to attempt to speak. Instead she had me press keys for “YES” and “NO.” Help w...