He who was transformed into a prawn-

Posted on | September 8, 2005

No, don’t insist, I won’t give you the name of the restaurant thanks to which, yesterday, within scarcely 20 minutes I was transformed into a prawn.

Some tapas, a beautiful slice of tuna ‘à la planxa’, all was going quite well, indeed, just as I was getting back into the car. I looked a bit red in the windscreen mirror. But well, I hadn’t really drunk anything but water… 15 minutes later, I began to swell up in a significant manner (previously I really didn’t have hollow cheeks…) and start turning scarlet as if stung from a fabulous giant nettle so that you can see the progression wtih the naked eye (yes, yes, I hardly exaggerate…).

15 minutes to get to the country doctor in the neighbouring town, it was sufficient to discover, horrified, that my moulting was accelerating and that in future I would resemble a prawn smelling freshly cooked (or rather  like a big lobster suggested my wife…) Let’s just say a handsome ‘Gambas de Rosas’, just to put the world in agreement….

An injection of cortisone later. Here I am  a little sagging, very anxious about the idea that I should have suddenly become allergic to crustaceans… Pity, I adoooore crustaceans! To me, Destiny! At 45, how do ‘you’ dare me give me such a low blow?

Anyway, after 2 hours in casualty, I am reassured: everyone at the table was sick, certainly less than me but quite something all the same, I learn that I can still eat lobsters or crabs, for one diagnosed me with an galloping alimentary  infection with a violent skin rash.. .

Good, at least, I have found a means of putting a magnificent illustration of a prawn at the beginning of this blog that one made for our CD-Rom with J p Coffe.

Adieu for ever, « Mister Crevette », «Doctor Hervè » is back….

Herve Bizeul

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