Deep South

Recollections of Travel – Charleston, SC

Traveling in the South was a real treat for many reasons including the soft accents and colloquialisms. I will never forget being in an elevator in Montgomery, AL when a smartly dressed woman walked through the door and requested I “mash 6” for her. I’m sure my mouth was agape while I figured out she wanted me to push the button for the sixth floor! 

Being a Kentuckian, I’ve always wondered why we are considered “southern.” We are far from Montgomery, New Orleans and other southern towns where honeyed accents prevail. In fact, we are squarely in the middle of the Eastern one-third of the US. I know I have an accent, but in my opinion, it is not Southern, but country. I hear it, I’ve been reminded of it and even teased when traveling to cities to the North or out West. I must admit when I was teased I often became, even more country, sprinkling “Y’all” liberally throughout the dialogue. Accents are intriguing.

A long time ago a business colleague and I spent a week in Charleston, SC, training staff at one of the ambulatory care centers slated soon to open. It was going to be a demanding schedule which was a shame because by all accounts Charleston was a beautiful historic city. We knew we would have little time for anything other than work but two things were obvious. We had to have a place to stay and we had to eat, so we optimized both requirements. We chose an extra nice hotel situated on the beach and planned to sample the local cuisine at the finest places. 

While I don’t remember every detail of that week, some things do stand out. One was sleeping with the sliding glass doors open to the balcony so I could hear the ocean. The pounding of the waves was magically relaxing after long days of teaching and orienting nurses, doctors, radiology and lab technicians as well as clerical staff. They were experienced professionals but needed to learn the policies and procedures established by our company. 

Our treat for the week became the wonderful restaurants, especially those specializing in seafood. Each evening we would choose a different place and linger over dinner while reviewing the events of the day. We were never disappointed in the meals nor the southern hospitality. We tried many types of food, but I kept going back to my favorite, shrimp. I ate shrimp as appetizers and in main courses prepared in various ways. I did not tire of these plump, juicy crustaceans night after night. Clip-art-shrimp

On Thursday night sleep came quickly while I listened to the sounds from the beach. Approximately an hour later, I awoke to severe abdominal pain. It was intense as I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. Within seconds I was aware of itching of my arms and trunk. The itching intensified to the point that the abdominal pain was almost forgotten. As I called my colleague, Gale, whose room was just down the hall, I saw I had red hives, some as big as my hand, quickly advancing over my trunk and limbs. By the time she got to my room, I was tearing at my skin, unable to control the itching or accompanying panic. Thank goodness, Gale was not only intelligent, she was a “take charge” type who also had Benadryl in her room. I probably owe her my life. She forced me to swallow two capsules of 25 mg. each while she shouted demanding I stop scratching. That was impossible for me as the more vascular areas swelled and throbbed with an itch I didn’t know was possible. 

In the city hospital emergency department (ED) those accents I had been enjoying all week, became so pronounced I could barely make out was being said to me. Perhaps it was my state of fear and agitation, but the only person I could understand was the doctor who was from Vietnam! As my lips, tongue, and throat continued to swell I could not believe how chatty he became. He did all the right things obviously because I survived anaphylactic shock, but when he had learned the company I worked for and that I was from Louisville he found those facts far more remarkable than my precarious medical situation. 

You see, this was during the time that the Jarvik 7, an artificial heart engineered to replace an ailing human heart, was being implanted in Louisville, KY.  The surgeon who performed the first such procedure in Utah had moved to Louisville to perform his second and subsequent surgeries at one of the hospitals owned by my employer. The Vietnamese ED physician kept asking questions about that famous surgeon. Did I know him? What was he like? What did the Louisville medical community think of this procedure? If he had known I was recently a nurse manager at the same hospital where this device was being implanted, I doubt he would have been able to focus on his patient at all, i.e., ME! 

Thanks to quick thinking on the part of my colleague and in spite of the ED doctor’s infatuation with the artificial heart surgeon I survived to work another day in Charleston even though it was without sleep. After returning to Louisville tests confirmed I was allergic to crustaceans, e.g. shrimp, lobster, and crabs. I have not eaten shrimp, or any other crustacean, since that trip to lovely South Carolina.shrimp-2393818_1280

For years I grieved the loss of shrimp and lobster. I also went through a stage of blaming myself (called “personalization” by Sheryl Sandberg in her book Option B) for overindulging and thereby becoming sensitized. Finally, I was able to not only accept, but be a little grateful as my research revealed a close kinship between shrimp and certain bugs (arthropods.)


NOTE: Allergy to crustaceans is not the same as a shellfish allergy. Oysters, clams, and mussels, for instance, are not crustaceans. For simplification I refer to crustaceans as the ones with antennae. lobster-1538643_1280

 

11 thoughts on “Deep South

  1. That was so scary! You were very lucky to have such good care. It was fun to remember about the Jarvik 7. That was an interesting time in Louisville.

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    • Brenda, I can see why you remembered Barney Clark, with you personal loss coinciding with that year. Yes, you are right, in 1982 heart transplants (from human donors) were still considered somewhat experimental. They only went to the recipient who had the best chance of survival.

      I hope your friend continues to escape the allergy threat. One really has to trust those strangers who are preparing the food!

      Glad you have been able to enjoy Charleston. I would love to go back and see the city as a casual visitor, rather than working and making hospital runs!

      Thanks for sharing with us Brenda!

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      • You should get some friends together and take a trip to Charleston. I suggest going around the end of May. The weather is really nice then. Go for it!

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  2. I love this story. My daughter attended the College of Charleston in 1992. I have been in Charleston several times. One of my friends who travels with me has an allergic reaction if she eats crab or anything that has come in contact with the crab during cooking. She did not know this until she was on a trip in New England some time ago. She also had to go to the hospital. So now when we are traveling and eating seafood, she always asks if the shrimp, fish, etc. has been cooked in the same oil as crab. She loves seafood but cannot have the crab.So far she has been fine on our trips.

    Also, I think the Jarvik 7 surgery was in 1982 on Barney, I can’t remember his last name. My husband needed a heart transplant but was not a candidate because of his diabetics, etc. and passed away in December of 1982. It is amazing how much progress has been in the medical field since 1982.

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  3. A couple of comments about your story—– first, our “accent.” Starting in 1976 when I first traveled across the United States, I have been asked numerous times where I live. Often I would ask why and the person would tell me that I had an unusual accent (sometime they would say Southern). I soon came to realize that I have a “country accent.” Of course I forget about it until I meet someone else from other states. I have been asked that question from California to New York and even in Florida. The part of Florida that I go to has many folks from New York and New Jersey. So I can return the favor by asking about their accent– how is it you say “car keys” and “khakis”?

    I am so sorry about your shellfish allergy and having to become so ill. I am glad a doctor could help you, even if he seemed more interested in the heart. I just hope I never become allergic to ice cream. I don’t eat it often but I love it and consider it a real treat.

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  4. Wow! I knew you had this allergy, but didn’t realize what a life threatening experience you had!! And you had been able to eat shrimp in the past with no ill effects?

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    • That’s right. I loved it and had it frequently for years. I also ate lobster and crab once in a while. My theory is that I ate so many shrimp that week that I became sensitized. The allergist didn’t say this, so I’m not sure.

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