When I was about eight years old we discovered my allergy to stings from bees and wasps. One of my brothers is allergic too.
First synthesized in 1904, epinephrine, aka, adrenaline, is a generic.
Auto injectors(EpiPens) were created by a NASA engineer with taxpayers money.
The body’s immediate reaction to the invasion of the foreign substance is dramatic. Feeling your lungs filling with your own fluid, drowning you, the swelling of your throat(windpipe) and the inability to breath or get oxygen into your lungs and the body swelling the stomach and intestinal cramping.
When this happened the first time our family doctor compared it to being bitten by a rattle snake.
Unless you get the lifesaving epinephrine injected into your body quickly, you die a dramatic, pain filled, horrible suffocation, ( to kill by preventing the access of air to the blood through the lungs or analogous organs, …strangle).
A simple to use and carry EpiPen has saved me over the years time and again, literally. Prior to this a syringe filled with adrenaline from our family doctor or a rush to the hospital always hoping to make it before the reaction took my life.
A mandatory purchase each year, as my physician has said it must have a current expiration date to be effective and believe me it HAS to be effective. Interestingly, it’s expiration date makes it only good for one year.
We purchase it hoping we will not need to use it. We keep it with us everywhere we go.
Now the price of a human, whether child or adult is determined by drug manufacturing company executives.
How did we get here?
Thank you Zach Shellbetter for your article.