I spent my morning at the allergist yesterday. These people were considerably more accommodating than my previous day’s experience and I did not cry. Not even when they pricked me with a gazillion needles.
“Now, it will only itch if you are allergic,” the nurse told me.
Within moments, I was like a flea-infested dog as my entire back had a reaction.
The results?
Cats and dogs: Mild
Trees: Some
Grass: Some more
Weeds: All
Yes, my friends. I tested positive for EVERY FREAKIN’ WEED. Do you think per chance the lot behind our house may have something to do with it?
And so if I ever want to breathe again, it would seem that twice-weekly allergy shots are in my future.
Or a guillotine.
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