The post title should actually be “Allergic Reaction”, but that’s not the title of a great song (okay, their only hit) by Count Five. I went out for an allergy test this afternoon, and after 2.5 hours and about 100 needle-sticks, found out that I’m allergic to almost every damned (airborne) allergen that they test you for. Trees, grasses, weeds, cats, dogs, dust mites, some molds – the list of things I’m *not* allergic to is a lot more manageable. I had a wicked seasonal-allergy attack back in May, that prompted me to score some black-market Flonase and set up an appointment with an allergy specialist. He revealed to me that I have a very deviated septum, and then scheduled me for the tests they just ran on me. So now I’ve got a follow-up visit scheduled, to discuss what to do about the septum, and the allergies. Joy. Oh, and the poor woman sticking my right arm also managed to stick her own finger at one point, which means I have to drop by a lab tomorrow or Friday for an HIV test. I know I’m negative, but I can’t expect them to take my word for it – it’s standard procedure if a technician gets a needle stick. It just means that I’ll lose at least another hour waiting at the lab…
At least I don’t have any major food allergies – none severe enough so that I know of them, anyhow. And at least I’m not allergic to Emylene.