I'm allergic...no, really, I am!!!!

I'm allergic to a lot of things. The whole month of June I sneeze. If I'm around a cat, I sneeze. If I pull weeds, I sneeze. After dealing with this for 28 years of my life, I've kind of surmised that I'm allergic to cats and certain outside "stuff." A few years ago, I went to the allergist. He was a very weird guy. Now, at this point, you must think doctors and I don't get along. After all, I wanted to kill my obstetrician, the first pediatrician, and the first GI specialist for Miss J. You may think it may be me. And, yes, I am a difficult patient because I don't like to go to doctors. If I'm going, it's because there's a specific problem & either give me the medicine I need or give me the information I need. And quick, because I don't like to wait. The obstetrician appointments were just stupid. In all the times I went, he did not much that was useful. He measured my belly and freaked me out because I was measuring ahead. He would tell me that I'm putting on too much weight. And that's about it. To this day, I really think that the average pregnancy really only needs the labs and ultrasounds & a nurse on call if you have questions. You have to do the STD, GBS & gestational diabetes tests and at least one ultrasound to make sure things are progressing okay. But those don't have to involve the doctor. I hated going to all those appointments because all they were was him scaring me about one thing or another.

Back to the allergies, I have digressed. The allergy doctor was a freak. His whole staff quit a few days before I arrived. That should tell you something. He made me watch this hour long video of HIM explaining all about allergies. All I wanted was to be told what I was allergic to and given a Zyrtec prescription. I didn't even mind all the needles for the allergy test. I pretended it was acupuncture. He took to random shouting while I was there. I'm not sure who he was shouting at - probably himself. Guess what I'm REALLY allergic to - as in the bumps got really huge? Cats and grass! No duh, Sherlock. And what am I moderately allergic to? Dang near everything else - mold, trees, weeds, feathers, every type of furry creature, etc.

Then he goes on to tell me I have asthma. And he proceeds to give me two inhalers - one emergency and one normal and tells me to take those several times a day. Asthma? I don't have breathing problems. Isn't the emergency inhaler for those people in gym class who nearly pass out while running? While I don't like to run, I've never come that close to needing an inhaler.

So I came away from that $1,000 doctor appointment (consultation plus allergy tests plus "asthma test") with 2 asthma inhalers, 3 allergy prescriptions, and the knowledge that I'm allergic to cats and grass to a high degree & everything else to a moderate degree.

What was the point of this blog? Oh, I remember. I'm allergic to cats and grass, and the interesting thing is that I don't LIKE cats and grass. Cats freak me out, particularly how they sneak behind you and start rubbing their oils on you like you're their territory. Ick. And, grass, let's just say that being outside in the yard is my least favorite activity, after going to the doctor of course.

If I were allergic to chocolate and my couch, THAT would certainly be a problem. But cats and grass? I don't really mind too much. I have a legitimate excuse to not do yardwork. S actually sees how I become - it's no joke; I'm a sneezing, snotty, red and puffy, cranky MESS who must be drugged with sleeping medication for the next 12 hours. And avoiding cats? Don't really mind. It's inconvenient when a friend has a cat, and I can't go over to their house. But other than that, I really don't mind at all.

There are weeds in our front yard. I should go pull them. It will take 5 minutes to go pull them, and if I don't breathe & take a shower right when I come back, I should survive with minimal issues.