|The doctor needed two highlighters for my sheet.|
I recently got new insurance that doesn't require a referral for allergy testing, so I bit the bullet and researched allergists in my new town. As there is only one in my entire county, this didn't take too long. I called and made my appointment, luckily squeezing it in a couple days before work started.
There was an initial hiccup when the doctor looked at my age and needed some convincing that I've already graduated from college. I already look like a child, having a September birthday just makes it worse by making me seem really young all the time.
|I look like a child even if I wear my suit.|
|I've actually just signed a deal to do a remake starring my nose.|
While he was gone, I had a minute to read the "dealing with seasonal allergies" poster in the room. It was not very helpful, containing such gems as "Wash your cat weekly." Um, no.
The next step was the skin test, which I knew about from Eager Feet Dad. For those fortunate enough to be unfamiliar, the allergist loads up tubes with the allergens and scrapes the skin to inject a tiny amount into the broken skin. If you are lucky enough to be allergic to that particular substance, you get a hive. The size and severity of the hive determines where you are on the allergic reaction scale, from 0 (non-allergic) to 4+ (severely allergic). My doctor used four quadrants - both my shoulders and above both my hips, though I didn't know which quadrant had which allergens.
That ten minute test was the longest ten minutes of my life. I wasn't allowed to touch any of the developing hives, or I'd ruin the test. Thankfully there was a TV in the room to help distract me, but I was still doing an adult version of the potty dance. When my allergist returned, he asked how I felt, and I said some spots were "pretty itchy." I moved the gown back for him, and his response was "WOW! I'm surprised you're not complaining very much. You're a 4+ on most of these."
|I was mauled by the allergy bear.|
I've used a prescription nasal spray before, so I thought the new one would be no big deal. Shooting liquid up your nose is weird at first, but I had acclimated. Turns out this sucker is an aerosol spray.
|It also looks like an inhaler, which makes it weird to jam up my nose.|
I was skeptical about the filter at first. What was "HEPA," and could it really do anything? I figured it couldn't hurt and picked up a small size with the special "allergy" filter at Target. I let it run on its highest setting all day. I didn't really need to go into my bedroom for several hours, and I was amazed at the difference it made when I popped back in! My room didn't really smell before, but now I immediately notice how clean it is. All the furniture in the room is wooden, and I can seriously smell it all now. Which is kind of weird, it even gave me a dream I was in the Ikea showroom again.
|God himself lives in this box.|