Tag: Allergy

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Tell Him Something He Doesn’t Know

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Today Full Speed had an evaluation by an allergist.  I have suspected that he may have some seasonal issues and frankly, if he has my DNA, odds are he might be allergic to something.  Fire ants, anyone?

He was quiet as we waited for the nurse to perform his skin tests.  He did not enjoy the process.  He writhed about and complained vociferously as over 50 scratches of allergens were placed up and down the length of his back.  Then, all we had to do was wait fifteen minutes for the results.  He questioned me emphatically as to why this craziness had to be done, and I said so we could better understand how to treat him when he is sneezy.

“Once the doctor returns, he’s going to ‘read’ the marks on your back and let us know if you’re allergic to anything,” I explained.

“I already know, Mom.  I’m allergic to needles,” he said.  At this point he was ready to pack it up and be on his way.

Good point.

Miraculously, despite his direct genetic link to me, he was allergic to absolutely nothing (switched at birth?).  Well, not including the needles.

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Actively Resting

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I went to my allergist’s office again this morning because let’s face it, other than my house, this is probably the place I spend most of my time.  It was time for my monthly maintenance shots.  I was dressed in my work-out gear because I always try to be as stylish as possible and/or I had plans to work-out when I returned home.  The nurse noted my clothing choice and advised me not to do anything active for four hours.  Apparently this could raise my blood pressure and cause a systemic reaction while my body is processing the shots.

The real question here is, does laundry/grocery-shopping/cleaning fall in the ‘active’ category?

I’m guessing yes.  Thankfully, blogging is a breeze.

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Mom’s Day Off

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Mad Dog thinks this note is highly entertaining. I plan to make several copies and use it indefinitely on an as needed basis.

See?  I even had medical documentation to take a day off.

It all started off innocently enough.  We were headed to a car show with the boys.  It was at a car dealership nearby and had reached full capacity for parking.  We were redirected to a field where we could hop on a van to return us safely to the show across the highway teeming with cars.   As we got on the van and I held T.Puzzle on my lap, a fire ant got hold of my left foot and went to town.  By the time his attack was over I had been bitten at least five times.  I have been allergic to these bites in the past but I have never had five bites at once. My body decided it was having none of it.

The reaction was almost instant.  I will spare you some of the humbling details.  Let’s just say there were hives EVERYWHERE.  My body felt like it was a mass of fiery itching.

Instead of a car show, we dropped the boys at Grandma’s and spent a lovely afternoon at Express Care.

There absolutely were some positives.  The nurse and doctor I had were exceptional.  They made sure I had a blanket when I got chilled so I could nap (yes, that’s right, you read correctly, a MOM got a nap during the day!), they put cool compresses on my swollen foot and generally fussed over me the way a Mom fusses over her own sick kids.  And, the steroid and Benadryl shots the nurse administered were miraculous in how quickly they improved my symptoms.  My body has actually returned to human form overnight.

Wow, what a Mom won’t do to get a little attention and a day off!

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Only Child

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Over the weekend Mad Dog and I had the rare opportunity to spend some time with only T.Puzzle.  Full Speed went to Grandma’s and we kept T.Puzzle home.  He had a runny nose and we thought he shouldn’t be around the dogs at Grandma’s because he is so allergic to them.

Turns out, he rather enjoys being an ‘only’ child.  He behaved like an angel at the grocery and when we purchased him some popcorn chicken (the real kind, not the Mad Dog invented version), he held it to his chest so lovingly, you could almost see a shiny aura of goodness surround him.

When we got home, he said ‘Yes, ma’am!’ and ‘Yes, sir!’ to everything asked of him.

I’m wondering if the best solution to surviving the terrible threes is to only have one child in the home during this difficult period.

Any takers on Full Speed?

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