And so it is confirmed

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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