That's why we are glad his sister, who lives across the street, is a paramedic. Actually the first time it happened he started to panic, which didn't help matters, so he ran across the street to get help from her and I don't know what she did, but it calmed him down and the hives started to retract.
The temp went up as soon as the chicken went down.
Since he won't go, he doesn't eat poultry in even the smallest amounts - like chicken soup.
Looks like hell is about to break loose in Rolling Meadows...