I’m Either A Preschool Crack Whore…
January 20, 2006
…Or a pin cushion; I haven’t decided.
So along with all the ailments, I have allergies. I know, yay me. My doctor took some blood and sent it off for testing awhile ago (March 2005), and it came back saying I was highly allergic to dust mites. M’kay. So this meant allergy medication and a weekly shot.
Have I mentioned how much I hate shots?
My kids take better shots than I do. Drawing blood is another one. Not a big fan, me. So now I’m signing on to weekly shots, plus many allergy medications. Yeah, I must be desperate.
Fast forward to early January. Back from Albany, I have a sinus infection (my third or fourth since starting allergy care) and vertigo, plus post-nasal drip that is making me nauseous and unable to eat. My brilliant doctor then tells me that “maybe you need to see an allergist, there seems to be more going on here.”
You think?
So yesterday I hoofed it into Orlando to see an allergist. Nice guy, funny, took all my info, and informs me that the test my doctor ran was not thorough enough, and I could be allergic to more than just dust mites. The one he’ll be running should help answer some questions.
All right…
So in comes this lovely nurse with this thing with 8 arms on it. Correction, many of those 8-armed things. With small needley things at the end. She clears this up by saying ” we’re just going to put these on your arms and see what happens. They won’t hurt a bit.
She was right, they didn’t. What they did to my skin within 15 minutes did.
It felt like red ants were camping on my arms. Plus, she added these purple dots up and down my arms to mark where she had put different 8-legged things with serum on them, to match her sheet.
I looked like I had track marks up and down my arm. It was quite a sight.
So, after that test concluded, there was even more torture in store for me.
Next came a nurse with a bowl of syringes with vials at the end. She comes in wielding the same purple marker and on my shoulders starts putting numbers that correspond to her vials. I then get injected in those areas with the numbers, and we sit back and wait.
More like she leaves the room and I start writhing in pain. But now, with the numbers on my shoulders and the track marks and dots from the tests on my arms, I’m feeling kinda preschool crack whore-ish.
But the pain!!!
My shoulders puffed up like Jackie Collins’ on Dynasty. They was lookin’ a bit lumpy.
So this test concluded, and the doctor reports that yes, in fact, I am allergic to more than just dust mites. I’m also allergic to:
Dander
Bayberry
Several Tree Pollens
Mold
Bahia Grass (which is what my lawn consists of)
Ragweed (which is what my lawn also consists of)
Cockroach dust (not to be confused with pixie dust that Tinkerbell leaves, but apparently you don’t have to have a roach problem to have this. You just have to live in an area that has cockroaches living there. That pretty much covers the who U.S. of A.)
…and Dust Mites.
So they give me a shot and tell me to come back next week for the new “cocktail” I’ll now be enjoying. I wonder if it comes shaken or stirred?
Now I have to go and tell my kids we have to get rid of our cat. Seeing as M forgets to feed her on a regular basis, and R is scared of her (for no reason); I see little difficulty in breaking the news.
My husband will be a different matter.
Sorry, honey.
