Bubble girl

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So, I started a new round of allergy testing today. The crazy reactions from earlier in the summer have cooled off some, but based on the results from today’s environmental allergens prick test (43 needles, y’all!), I am apparently allergic to the Earth. Oak trees, pine trees, grass, ragweed, dust mites, cats, dogs… Apparently I’m allergic to cockroaches too. But even if I weren’t I probably wouldn’t kick it with them. I go back for two more rounds of testing towards the end of the month. And I’m pretty sure they’re gonna prescribe me a bubble.

Old People Problems

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I had several really bad allergic reactions to some fruit I ate this past week — grapes, nectarines. I had some swelling on my face yesterday and last night I broke out in hives. I took some Benadryl and went to sleep. My father was convinced I had shingles. “A lady in my Sunday School class said she just had shingles.” How old was she, Daddy? “68.”

Exactly.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he jumped right to shingles. I mean, he’s an old dude and shingles is an old dude disease — not that young people can’t get shingles (’cause I Googled it and found out they can)… I’m just saying if they do, it doesn’t typically come and go within the span of an episode of “Love and Hip Hop Atlanta.” What’s important here is that my dad is the biggest hypochondriac I know. Growing up, he was always trying to send me to the doctor for something or other. My mom tells this story about how back when I was toddling, my dad got concerned and said, “I think we need to take her to the pediatrician. Why is she walking like that? All slow and wobbly?” Her response: “Because she just learned how to do it two days ago.” My Pop would have maxed out our insurance benefits every year if my mother hadn’t been there to stop him.

P.S. I know those are the wrong kind of shingles (pictured above), but I like to post pictures with each blog entry, and the other kind of shingles are super gross. You’re welcome.