I picked up two shots of Epinephrine today in case I, or someone near our honey bees, has an anaphylactic reaction to a bee sting. I don’t want anyone dying on my watch.
It’s called an EpiPen. Basically it’s a shot of adrenalin. Remember Uma Thurman’s shot to the heart in Pulp Fiction? Not exactly the same thing, but close enough. It’s for emergencies.
I had to get a prescription for the EpiPen from my family doctor. I explained that I keep bees in my backyard and I’d like to have Epinephrine on hand just to be safe. My doctor asked me if I had any known allergies. I said no. She checked my medical file and wrote me the prescription.
It’s $100 per EpiPen. Our Blue Cross insurance paid for 90% of it. So it came to $20 for two pens. That’s a yearly expense I’m willing to pay.
I’ve used one of these self-injecting pens before in another life when I was briefly in the military. You pull off the blue release cap…
…and jam the needle end hard into the fleshy part of your leg. The needle automatically pokes out and injects you with the Epinephrine. Then you hightail to the nearest emergency room and live happily ever after.
I’ll provide more detailed information about when and how to use the EpiPen in the comments after I’ve done more research.
PHOTOS NOTE (OCTOBER 2015): The photos in this post may not display properly because they were uploaded through Google’s Picasa online photo album service, a service I no longer use because certain updates create more work for me instead of streamlining the process. I will eventually replace the photos with ones hosted on the Mud Songs server. This note will disappear when (or if) that happens.