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.
Some people buy Epipens every year, but they have a lot more money to blow than me. I don’t replace them until the liquid in the little window on the Epipen becomes discoloured (indicating it’s gone bad). Stored at room temperature, an Epipen can last three or four years.