Today I went to the allergy specialist in Birmingham. As I've mentioned before, I've had sinus infection for going on 23 years. On one of my more recent visits to the doctor, he suggested that my chronic sinusitis is due to allergies and that allergy shots (gasp!) are the answer. Willing to do whatever it takes to curb the itch-and-scratch cycle, I hit the road for the specialist at 7:30 this morning. By 10 am, I was decked out in a very becoming blue gown with 21 pin pricks across my backs. Each prick contained it's very own allergen, and I was not allowed to scratch the screaming irritations for 15 minutes. I took pictures of this craziness, but it looked a lot like a horrendous case of bacne, so I thought it best to skip the illustration for this particular blog. I love my blog family, but it's best this way, promise.
From 1 to 21, the most prominent splotches were numbers 15 and 16: you guessed it, cats and dogs.
"Do you have a cat?"
-Yes.
"Does it live indoors?"
-Obviously.
"Is that convertible?"
-Not on your life, doc.
"And you insist on having this cat?"
-That's it. No more questions.
Now, the interview was actually more pleasant than that. Dr. B was kind of fabulous and very patient with my insistence on sleeping with the enemy, but that's what was going down in my mind.
On the bright side, I will not be taking allergy shots, which is a God-send considering I nearly stroked when he told me he was going to draw blood (needles aren't my cup of tea). Instead I'll be using nasal spray nightly. I was informed to squirt the nasal spray away from the cartilage in my nose, which left me with the impression that said nasal spray has the potential to melt a hole into my nose. I'll keep you updated on that.
Well, glad we're all up to speed on my health and medication status. You're welcome.
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