Raise your hand if your back looked like this yesterday.
|Disclaimer: not my back, not my photo|
Yesterday I foolishly subjected myself to go see an allergist.
I knew I was allergic to
dogs, cats, horses, dander, mites, grass, pollen, trees, everything under the sun, but I was hoping that by seeing an allergist I would be provided some relief for said allergies. I already know I get hives and breakout into crazy rashes when I am around dogs, cats, horses, dander, mites, grass, pollen, trees, everything under the sun.
I go to the appointment, subject myself to getting 30+ pricks/scratches on my back. Totally enjoyable.
and then I am told to wait 15 minutes to see if they swell up and turn to hives.
And not to scratch them.
It was hella fun.
Turns out, SHOCKER, that I am allergic to, drumroll please, everything under the sun.
But instead of providing me with a solution to this problem that I was already quite aware of, I was told to avoid contact with the list of items I am allergic to.
Thanks for that. Sweet life.