Good afternoon, fine folks!
I went to see the allergist this morning.
Good news, I don’t has asthma, even though I’m pretty sure I flunked one of the breathing tests because they made me do it like 5 times.
Bad news — I’m freakishly allergic to the outside.
Mostly trees — Oak, Birch, Pecan, Hackberry, Bayberry…
Scored a +4 on birch, the rest +3 or above.
I am also freakishly allergic to dust mites.
You know, those bugs you can’t see that eat dust….
And finally, I’m very slightly allergic to my cats… like a +1.
Before the test, my allergist had asked me eight hundred million questions and I swear I could have seen his eye twitched when I said that I let them sleep with me.
Hell, when I left, Vesper was still asleep in my bed.
But I told my allergist that I love them more than people so I’m not giving them up.
So, the plan is to become a complete recluse in the spring or load up on a fuck ton of benadryl before going outside…
And wrapping everything in plastic.
I’m going to have to invest in bedding covers. Because shelling out $200 for that stuff opposed to buying a whole new bed seems reasonable.
What makes me absolutely happy is that I can finally start taking my allergy medicine again, but I have to use flonase every day for the rest of my life.
Par for the course.
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