I wake up feeling warm and extremely itchy. The patient care tech is walking in to check my vitals and she informs me I have a slight fever but my other vitals are fine. She leaves and tells me she will let the nurse know and they will monitor my temperature. I'm trying to pay attention to what she is saying but I can't stop scratching my back. I look over at my mom and I say something is wrong I can't stop scratching. She tells me to lean up and sure enough, my back is covered with a red, blotchy rash. She rings the call bell so the nurse can look at it and tells me to try and stop scratching. I try but it is really uncomfortable and its spreading to my neck and stomach. I just start to cry because I'm scared and all I can think is how much can one person continue to take!

I get up and head to the bathroom to put the hospital gown on so my back can get some air. The cool air feels good on my back so I ask for some ice packs to lay on for relief. I get the ice packs and wait for the nurse to come in. She looks at the rash and says she is going to call the doctor to come in to look at the rash. About an hour and a 1/2 has passed and the rash is starting to disappear but the itchy feeling is still present. The doctor finally comes in and says that I obviously had an allergic reaction but she is not sure why. She states the nurse can give me Benadryl if it comes back and she will inform the team so they are aware when they do their rounds. It's early Sunday morning so I have some time to sleep before they come into my room.

I remove the ice packs, grab my phone, put my headphones on and listen to Gospel music. I need some encouragement and faith because my spirits are down.

Goodnight!

P.S. I tried to upload the picture of the rash but technical difficulties won't let me be great!