I went to the allergist who tested me for a bunch of common allergens. And although I reacted VERY strongly to birch and dust, I had a negative reaction (meaning NO ALLERGY) to cats and people.
Okay, so technically they did not test me for people.
But the spot on my arm where they pricked me with birch mixture on my right arm is driving me nuts. In the six hours since they stuck me intradermally with the substance, the area of irritation has grown. It is two inches or more in diameter, red, raised and itches like the devil.
Does the devil itch?
It looks like a goose egg.
Today I emptied the gutters-- front and back. It will rain again. This must be the most disgusting job of regular home-owner crap for my small 1950s house. But it suited my mood.
I yelled at older boy who called me on things saying that I blamed him as the source of all strife. No. I blamed him for seeking out people who were driving him NUTS instead of finding something else to do. I didn't send him to his room. I sent him outside to ride his bike. Which he loves. I made him hug me. He needs a haircut.
This is scattered and horrible and I need to itch my arm. Or gnaw it off.
Grateful Crap: possibility that by next tree-pollen season I will be less reactive to &*(*&^#@$@!!! birch trees (and dust)
always the meds
didn't try to tackle everything (one manageable task)
P.S. my ankle feels like it is horribly twisted. But them sometimes it doesn't. Irritating.
Quaker, teacher, parent,