So the Deedle started his first day of school this week. He will be going to pre-school on Mondays and Wednesdays. His brother goes to the same school on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays. So for two days a week, at least for three hours I am a free woman.
The Deedles first day of school started on Wednesday and this is what i did with my freedom. I went to the bank, picked up toys off the floor, fed the cat, and updated my cooking blog. I am doing all this happily when it hits me. Holy Fuck-Balls Mary, this is the same shit I do when the Deedle is here. I should be doing something exciting or at the very least something different. I have been waiting for this day since the minute my little angel/devil started walking and now I don't fucking now what to do with myself.
With two kids in what is essentially private school we really do not have a lot of extra cash laying around the house, so shopping is out. There are only so many errands to be ran and the house is used to being dirty so I don't want to send it into shock by cleaning it. I could knit or read or blog....wait a minute.
Seriously, I need some goals. I need some plans. I am at a loss. Any advice and first person who says skydiving gets a punch to the throat.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Kitchen Confessions
I have a cooking blog which is decidedly more sedate than this blog. My Veggie Table is dedicated to sharing vegetarian recipes with the mostly non-vegetarian masses. Unlike this blog which is about making a smart assed fool of myself on a regular basis. I think that those who read the cooking blog probably have the impression that my family is eating these great nutritious meals every night; when in actuality it is more like the husband and me eating the meals while the kids whine about the food placed before them. Don't worry, they get chicken nuggets at least once a week, so they are not going to starve to death any time soon.
Here is an actual conversation that took place in my kitchen recently.
Deedle: What you doing mommy?
Me: I am cooking dinner.
Deedle: Yeah! Cookies for dinner.
Me: No, that is not what I said.
The K-Man: Cookies for dinner? Yes!(insert clapping and jumping up and down).
You can imagine their disappointment when I served Risotto instead. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Here is an actual conversation that took place in my kitchen recently.
Deedle: What you doing mommy?
Me: I am cooking dinner.
Deedle: Yeah! Cookies for dinner.
Me: No, that is not what I said.
The K-Man: Cookies for dinner? Yes!(insert clapping and jumping up and down).
You can imagine their disappointment when I served Risotto instead. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Wordless Wednesday
A saw fish at the GA aquarium. Further proof the God created hallucinogens on the first day.Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Dear Lindsay Lohan: shut up, please
Well, at least for some of us it would be. Seriously you mean I would not have to cook a meal, clean a kitchen or wipe an ass. Are you freaking kidding me? I would not setting in around chewing my nails down to the nubs over this one. I would be jumping up and down in front of the jail begging to start that shit early like it Christmas where I got my pink huffy.
All kidding aside I know that jail for the regular folk must really suck syphilitic donkey dick, but for the Hollywood set such as Lindsay and Paris...not so much. Sure they cannot twitter or shop or take crack. Okay, they can probably get some crack, but I don't think your can twitter or shop in jail. Here is what Lindsay has to deal with, an 12x8 foot cell which is larger then my last dorm room and I had to pay for that. Her room contains a bunk bed, a sink, a toilet, a table and a window with a 'bad view'. Again save for the toilet and sink this was my last dorm room. Only in my last dorm room I had to deal with drug addled roommate who like to get high and have sex in the bathtub with a rotating group of equally high guys. So, I am thinking that I would have preferred the toilet in the room. Lindsay will get to take a shower every other day. I think I last time I showered regularly was in the Summer of 2005. She gets to exercise three times a week. Well that has to be blow to Lindsay as she lost all that weight by exercising regularly....exercising her ability to get her hands on coke and adderall. But for those of use with the childrens might think this is not so bad.
So two weeks of not having to talk to anyone. Two weeks of not having to deal with children and husbands. Two weeks of not having to run in five different directs during the day to get everyone, including the cat to were the need to go. Two week so of no cleaning, no cooking. Two weeks of not having to keep track to who has and who has not pooped. Two week of getting to shit without someone banging on the door (okay that one might still happen in jail). Two weeks of sleeping ALONE with out a tiny foot smacking you in the back every ten seconds. Hell, two weeks of sleeping more than 4 hours at a time. And that is IF she stays for two weeks of her 90 day sentence. She could stay fewer days then that.
All kidding aside I know that jail for the regular folk must really suck syphilitic donkey dick, but for the Hollywood set such as Lindsay and Paris...not so much. Sure they cannot twitter or shop or take crack. Okay, they can probably get some crack, but I don't think your can twitter or shop in jail. Here is what Lindsay has to deal with, an 12x8 foot cell which is larger then my last dorm room and I had to pay for that. Her room contains a bunk bed, a sink, a toilet, a table and a window with a 'bad view'. Again save for the toilet and sink this was my last dorm room. Only in my last dorm room I had to deal with drug addled roommate who like to get high and have sex in the bathtub with a rotating group of equally high guys. So, I am thinking that I would have preferred the toilet in the room. Lindsay will get to take a shower every other day. I think I last time I showered regularly was in the Summer of 2005. She gets to exercise three times a week. Well that has to be blow to Lindsay as she lost all that weight by exercising regularly....exercising her ability to get her hands on coke and adderall. But for those of use with the childrens might think this is not so bad.
So two weeks of not having to talk to anyone. Two weeks of not having to deal with children and husbands. Two weeks of not having to run in five different directs during the day to get everyone, including the cat to were the need to go. Two week so of no cleaning, no cooking. Two weeks of not having to keep track to who has and who has not pooped. Two week of getting to shit without someone banging on the door (okay that one might still happen in jail). Two weeks of sleeping ALONE with out a tiny foot smacking you in the back every ten seconds. Hell, two weeks of sleeping more than 4 hours at a time. And that is IF she stays for two weeks of her 90 day sentence. She could stay fewer days then that.
Monday, July 26, 2010
The Allergy Saga: The Conclusion?
So I went back to see the allergist on Friday for my post poke test visit. This visit was supposed to clear up the issue of the hives I had in June. The anaphylaxis we are still assuming was caused by the Naproxen. But we are in the dark on what caused the most recent problems.
So when the nurse said I was allergic to everything she was not kidding. I tested positive to everything including saline. Which is the negative control test to see if they test will work. So basically I my skin is so sensitive that I swell up with poke with sharp things. So there is not tell what I might or might not be allergic to. In the words of my doctor: My sensitive skin rendered the test null.
What really pissed me off was that they knew this on the first day, but I still had to come back three times to finish the test. Which they should have known was null after the first poke. And did the doctor not think this might be an issue considering I am only one day in the basement away from being confused with an albino.
So when the nurse said I was allergic to everything she was not kidding. I tested positive to everything including saline. Which is the negative control test to see if they test will work. So basically I my skin is so sensitive that I swell up with poke with sharp things. So there is not tell what I might or might not be allergic to. In the words of my doctor: My sensitive skin rendered the test null.
What really pissed me off was that they knew this on the first day, but I still had to come back three times to finish the test. Which they should have known was null after the first poke. And did the doctor not think this might be an issue considering I am only one day in the basement away from being confused with an albino.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
We raise our paws together
It is I, Penny the Cat. I have taken over the computer while my female human is outside playing with the issuance of her unsavory loins. She calls them boys, I call them pestilence covered in stickiness. I now control the computer to call to action all my fellow cats. I know some of you blogesphere humans out their have a cat or two or three. I feels sorry for you that could not find the perfect cat, like the Penny Cat and had to get two cats. I digress but you must forgive me because I am superior being and because I am very upset about something I saw on the human entertainment box last night.
It was this:
You must see what they have done to our brethren. They have catnapped a pack to defenseless stupid kittens and forced them into humon clothing and made them sing and dance for humon entertainment. This is egregious to say the least and criminal at worst.
We must band together my feline friends and fight this foe known as a Quiznos. We must find the location of this Quiznos. We must seek it out, free our these kittens and most important stick a blow for cats everywhere.
We will start right after nap time because the sun is warm in the front window right now. So, later we will do this. Yes, latter. Right after nap time and bird watching time. Yes, after those two things.
Do any of you know what a Quiznos, is?
It was this:
You must see what they have done to our brethren. They have catnapped a pack to defenseless stupid kittens and forced them into humon clothing and made them sing and dance for humon entertainment. This is egregious to say the least and criminal at worst.
We must band together my feline friends and fight this foe known as a Quiznos. We must find the location of this Quiznos. We must seek it out, free our these kittens and most important stick a blow for cats everywhere.
We will start right after nap time because the sun is warm in the front window right now. So, later we will do this. Yes, latter. Right after nap time and bird watching time. Yes, after those two things.
Do any of you know what a Quiznos, is?
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The Home Finishers Files
Way back when we first moved to California I worked at this construction company. Well, they mostly provided labor to construction companies. Our employees would fill the gap on jobs like painting, dry wall, as well as some basic construction skills. We also offered the ever popular home warranties. Honestly if they had just done the home warranties this company would have lasted, but sadly they branched out too much. I worked in the payroll department and these are my stories.
Here, I was in Northern California trying to figure why everyone was complaining about the heat when I only felt like it was 85 to me. Because 85 in Atlanta felt like 102 out here, at least back then. Now, 102 out here feels pretty freaking hot and 85 in Atlanta feels like the inside of Satan's ass. But back then I was still figuring things out. One thing I had to learn about was Kimba.
Kimba worked for our collections department and she had the cubicle right next to mine. Kimba came from a large Mexican-American family, and I swear more than half of them worked in our office. Kimba was about my age (29 at that time), and she was a divorced mother of three teenage/pre-teen children. She had left her husband and children for another man with whom she had at best a stormy relationship. I tell you this not to pass judgement on Kimba, because I could care less the choices someone else makes in their life. That is their business and most assuredly not mine. I tell you info because it is background into this very interesting person with whom I once worked. Kimba was at time rough around the edges and she honestly did not like white people. But she was also a good person and she would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it.
Every morning Kimba would come in and drop her keys on my desk before proceeding to her own cubicle. The first week or so this happened I did not think much of it as I was busy learning the ropes of my new position. But finally with some work knowledge under my wing I just had to ask, what was up with the keys? Kimba was always on the phone yelling and one or two of our customers attempting to be paid. We had two or three builders who were always in arrears. I decided to ask my fellow payroll clerk, Cristina. Cristina explained that Kimba had used to leave her keys on Mindy's desk, but that she started leaving them on my desk when I started and she did not know why. Off to see Mindy I went only to learn that Mindy did not know either. Mindy was more than a little afriad of Kimba.
I go back to my desk only to hear Kimba calling out: 'Wendy?' over and over again. Thinking she was attempting to get Mindy's attention I did not answer. Then finally she says, 'Hey white girl in the next cubicle, do you hear me calling your name?'. Choking back laughter, I responded: 'Sorry, I did not know you were calling me. My name is Amy.' Kimba's reply is simple and to the point: 'It is going to be easier for me if you and other white girl have names that rhyme.' There was some discussion as to whether I should be Wendy to match Mindy or whether Mindy should be Jamie to match Amy. In the end I was forever and always called Wendy by Kimba. It did cause a bit of confusion in the office and to the credit of others they still called me Amy. Oh well. At least now I could ask her about the keys. Here was her response:
'I was arrested for stabbing my ex-husband's new girlfriend with my keys. But that really isn't stabbing. It is key poking, not stabbing: to stab you need a knife. Right? Wendy'. It takes me minute to figure out who Wendy is because I new to being Wendy, finally I get it and say, 'No, I think that is still stabbing. But why do you have to leave your keys on my desk?' With a sigh and an eye roll she continues (because this all should be obvious): ' I can only have my keys when I am driving. When I am not in the car I have to leave my keys with someone responsible and you seem responsible. Plus you are white so the judge will like that, too.' Aghast that I had for the first time in my life been racially profiled I began to stammer that I might not be responsible. I might in fact be a desperate criminal. To which Kimba replies, 'No. No, your not.'
I gave up. She was right. I was responsible person who was not at all a desperate criminal, and for the next year I was the keeper for Kimba's keys.
Here, I was in Northern California trying to figure why everyone was complaining about the heat when I only felt like it was 85 to me. Because 85 in Atlanta felt like 102 out here, at least back then. Now, 102 out here feels pretty freaking hot and 85 in Atlanta feels like the inside of Satan's ass. But back then I was still figuring things out. One thing I had to learn about was Kimba.
Kimba worked for our collections department and she had the cubicle right next to mine. Kimba came from a large Mexican-American family, and I swear more than half of them worked in our office. Kimba was about my age (29 at that time), and she was a divorced mother of three teenage/pre-teen children. She had left her husband and children for another man with whom she had at best a stormy relationship. I tell you this not to pass judgement on Kimba, because I could care less the choices someone else makes in their life. That is their business and most assuredly not mine. I tell you info because it is background into this very interesting person with whom I once worked. Kimba was at time rough around the edges and she honestly did not like white people. But she was also a good person and she would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it.
Every morning Kimba would come in and drop her keys on my desk before proceeding to her own cubicle. The first week or so this happened I did not think much of it as I was busy learning the ropes of my new position. But finally with some work knowledge under my wing I just had to ask, what was up with the keys? Kimba was always on the phone yelling and one or two of our customers attempting to be paid. We had two or three builders who were always in arrears. I decided to ask my fellow payroll clerk, Cristina. Cristina explained that Kimba had used to leave her keys on Mindy's desk, but that she started leaving them on my desk when I started and she did not know why. Off to see Mindy I went only to learn that Mindy did not know either. Mindy was more than a little afriad of Kimba.
I go back to my desk only to hear Kimba calling out: 'Wendy?' over and over again. Thinking she was attempting to get Mindy's attention I did not answer. Then finally she says, 'Hey white girl in the next cubicle, do you hear me calling your name?'. Choking back laughter, I responded: 'Sorry, I did not know you were calling me. My name is Amy.' Kimba's reply is simple and to the point: 'It is going to be easier for me if you and other white girl have names that rhyme.' There was some discussion as to whether I should be Wendy to match Mindy or whether Mindy should be Jamie to match Amy. In the end I was forever and always called Wendy by Kimba. It did cause a bit of confusion in the office and to the credit of others they still called me Amy. Oh well. At least now I could ask her about the keys. Here was her response:
'I was arrested for stabbing my ex-husband's new girlfriend with my keys. But that really isn't stabbing. It is key poking, not stabbing: to stab you need a knife. Right? Wendy'. It takes me minute to figure out who Wendy is because I new to being Wendy, finally I get it and say, 'No, I think that is still stabbing. But why do you have to leave your keys on my desk?' With a sigh and an eye roll she continues (because this all should be obvious): ' I can only have my keys when I am driving. When I am not in the car I have to leave my keys with someone responsible and you seem responsible. Plus you are white so the judge will like that, too.' Aghast that I had for the first time in my life been racially profiled I began to stammer that I might not be responsible. I might in fact be a desperate criminal. To which Kimba replies, 'No. No, your not.'
I gave up. She was right. I was responsible person who was not at all a desperate criminal, and for the next year I was the keeper for Kimba's keys.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Rejected Children's Books
- The Perv on the Curb
- Flat Stanley Visits Document Disposal
- The Very Squishy Slug
- How Fletcher Was Run Over by a Car
- Crabby Abby
- Amelia Bedelia Goes to the Unemployment Office
- Everyone is an Asshole
- Emotions Are Best Swallowed: The WASP guide to Feelings
- Gerald and the Purple Sharpie or Why Mommy Drinks too Much?
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Porn-ish Part 2
They keep coming. These comments in a foreign language. I am not checking any links, but in the past the comments linked directly to porn sites containing nearly naked Asian women. Hold on, don't you all run to check at once. Okay, I'll wait........
Anyway, I am not sure what this means. I thought moderating all comments would help, but it has not. And I must say it is very disheartening that the vast majority of my comments are these sorts of comments. I am not sure what about my blog is attacking them. Is the word Confessions particularly appealing to an Asian porn site algorithm? Once can only wonder.
Please be aware that the Mom does not watch porn. Not to cast dispersion on those who do, it is just not my thing. I saw a porno once while taking a Human Sexuality class in college and while everyone once sat rapt with the pure sex that literally lay wide open before us; all I could think was: I hope that weird scratching noise is coming for the chair and not that woman's vagina. I am pretty sure it was chair, but one can never be too sure.
So please porn-bots, go away. I am tired of you. And does anyone have any insite into why this keeps happening.
Anyway, I am not sure what this means. I thought moderating all comments would help, but it has not. And I must say it is very disheartening that the vast majority of my comments are these sorts of comments. I am not sure what about my blog is attacking them. Is the word Confessions particularly appealing to an Asian porn site algorithm? Once can only wonder.
Please be aware that the Mom does not watch porn. Not to cast dispersion on those who do, it is just not my thing. I saw a porno once while taking a Human Sexuality class in college and while everyone once sat rapt with the pure sex that literally lay wide open before us; all I could think was: I hope that weird scratching noise is coming for the chair and not that woman's vagina. I am pretty sure it was chair, but one can never be too sure.
So please porn-bots, go away. I am tired of you. And does anyone have any insite into why this keeps happening.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Cat Convo
Me to Cat: If you don't start cleaning (eating) up the food that these kids keep dropping on the floor; I am going to trade you in for a dog.
Cat: (haack, phewt) Can a dog cough up a fur ball that looks like St. Joseph?
Me: (pause for thought) I am going to have to go with NO.
Cat: Ha! Suck it fido
Me: You are so stupid. That looks nothing like St. Joseph.
Cat: You're the one talking to a cat.
Cat: (haack, phewt) Can a dog cough up a fur ball that looks like St. Joseph?
Me: (pause for thought) I am going to have to go with NO.
Cat: Ha! Suck it fido
Me: You are so stupid. That looks nothing like St. Joseph.
Cat: You're the one talking to a cat.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Tendy
Because I am old and resistant to change, I use Yahoo as my homepage. I have used Yahoo as my homepage since I got I my first computer from Stupid PC, way back when in 1998. I had a dial up modem and I was so shitastically happy to have the ability to edit without whiteout that I did not mind at all that Stupid PC had programed my to sound like a hillbilly. Don't ask and yes it was not long because I disabled the hillbilly and sent him packing. But, I digress. This is not about hillbilly computer voices, this is about the trending topics on Yahoo.
As I compose this post the tending topics on Yahoo are as follows:
Carrie Underwood
Jessica Simpson
Carmelo Anthony
CD Rates
Rachel Maddow
Glenn Beck
Roy Rogers
Train Vacations
Oakland Riots
Patio Umbrella
This is the 'correct' order as they appeared this morning on my computer. Of course as time progresses these will all change, but right now this is what the yahoo searcher is interested in. I look upon these lists with endless wonderment, because I don't really want to know who or what is trending. I want to know, WHY these subjects are trending.
Carrie Underwood and Jessica Simpson? Was there some sort of controversy involving mom jeans, blond hair and boobs. Have those three things been linked to a increased risk of cancer? Did they get into some huge fight at airport?
Carmelo Anthony? Why? Are you tired of searching about LeBron James so you decided to mix things up? For a laugh why don't you search for info on the Golden State Warriors. Seriously the laughter never stops with that bunch.
CD Rates? Well that is a good sign right? Maybe people have finally decided to stop throwing their money away on useless shit and instead they have started to save it.
Rachel Maddow? Actually she trends a lot and I can only assume that is be because of something she said or wrote in regards to her own political leanings that others either love or hate.
Glenn Beck? I am going to assume that Rachel said something that made him cry. This guy sure cries a lot.
Roy Rogers? Is dead...Just thought you would want to know. He has been dead for some time so I am not really sure why he is a trending topic. Maybe the cowboy is coming back.
Train Vacations? Are you out of you mind people? Unless you want to fork over the cash and go ride the Orient Express you are going to be sorely disappointed. Trains take forever to get were they are going because they use the same lines as do freight shippers. Trains go through some not so great parts to town. And the rocking will surely make you hurl.
Oakland Riots? Okay this one I get. I live in the Bay Area and I know all about this one. I am only to say that I am glad that more people did not get hurt. Wait, I also want to say, shame on the jury for not taking longer to deliberate on this one. I was on a murder trail several years ago and we took three days to deliberate. What you could not fake to at least give the people of Oakland the impression that you were trying to do something other than leave early? I know that jury duty is no fun and I know that most of us what to avoid it, but once you are there it is your DUTY as a citizen to take it very seriously. I hope they unvalidate your parking. Shame on you.
Patio Umbrella? Either everyone wants a nice place to entertain this summer or this is a sexual position I have never heard of.
As I compose this post the tending topics on Yahoo are as follows:
Carrie Underwood
Jessica Simpson
Carmelo Anthony
CD Rates
Rachel Maddow
Glenn Beck
Roy Rogers
Train Vacations
Oakland Riots
Patio Umbrella
This is the 'correct' order as they appeared this morning on my computer. Of course as time progresses these will all change, but right now this is what the yahoo searcher is interested in. I look upon these lists with endless wonderment, because I don't really want to know who or what is trending. I want to know, WHY these subjects are trending.
Carrie Underwood and Jessica Simpson? Was there some sort of controversy involving mom jeans, blond hair and boobs. Have those three things been linked to a increased risk of cancer? Did they get into some huge fight at airport?
Carmelo Anthony? Why? Are you tired of searching about LeBron James so you decided to mix things up? For a laugh why don't you search for info on the Golden State Warriors. Seriously the laughter never stops with that bunch.
CD Rates? Well that is a good sign right? Maybe people have finally decided to stop throwing their money away on useless shit and instead they have started to save it.
Rachel Maddow? Actually she trends a lot and I can only assume that is be because of something she said or wrote in regards to her own political leanings that others either love or hate.
Glenn Beck? I am going to assume that Rachel said something that made him cry. This guy sure cries a lot.
Roy Rogers? Is dead...Just thought you would want to know. He has been dead for some time so I am not really sure why he is a trending topic. Maybe the cowboy is coming back.
Train Vacations? Are you out of you mind people? Unless you want to fork over the cash and go ride the Orient Express you are going to be sorely disappointed. Trains take forever to get were they are going because they use the same lines as do freight shippers. Trains go through some not so great parts to town. And the rocking will surely make you hurl.
Oakland Riots? Okay this one I get. I live in the Bay Area and I know all about this one. I am only to say that I am glad that more people did not get hurt. Wait, I also want to say, shame on the jury for not taking longer to deliberate on this one. I was on a murder trail several years ago and we took three days to deliberate. What you could not fake to at least give the people of Oakland the impression that you were trying to do something other than leave early? I know that jury duty is no fun and I know that most of us what to avoid it, but once you are there it is your DUTY as a citizen to take it very seriously. I hope they unvalidate your parking. Shame on you.
Patio Umbrella? Either everyone wants a nice place to entertain this summer or this is a sexual position I have never heard of.
Monday, July 5, 2010
The Allergy Saga
Last year I had a severe allergic reaction which resulted in anaphylaxis. If you are wondering what anaphylaxis is it is kind of like being Violet in the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory only no where near as entertaining. After a series of blood tests my doctor (an allergy specialist who has a penchant for equestrian ties) was able to determine that I was not allergic to anything out of the ordinary that they usually test for, but that I was definitely allergic to something. With that helpful information I was sent home with an epi-pen and a stern warning to stay away from Naproxen (Aleve), as this was the most likely cause of my reaction.
For the next year I routinely and diligently managed to avoid Naproxen....not really all that hard. However, this past May I begin breaking out in hives again. They hives were pretty bad, but they went away with benadryl and my breathing was never affected. But I have to tell you that the original reaction started with hives so this time around the hives have a my husband and I just setting around monitoring my breathing...just in case. This is stressful to say the least. Particularly for my husband. When this happened last year he leaves the house to go buy some benadryl and when he returns 15 minutes later my lips are blue and I am having a very hard time breathing. I was frightening for me, but terrifying for him. This time the hives would go away quickly with the benadryl and then come back as soon as the benadryl wore off. In the end I had to resort to taking prednisone. Which I hate because it makes me sweat like a pig. So for 7 days I lived with my back to the open freezer and all was well. The hives went away and as to yet I have not had a problem again.
BUT, at the behest of my spouse I made an appointment to see the horse tie loving allergist. I had to wait many weeks to get in to see him as it is seasonal allergy season. So in I go. Again, no idea, but he wants to do the traditional skin tests for allergies. This involves three appointments and being scratched multiple times with stuff that makes you itch. Only you cannot ITCH them. It is pure torture. Then for the third appointment you are injected with those things that did not make you allergic the first time. In may case I was allergic to almost everything. So I only go three injections at the end. Now I was not really certain what might have caused a reaction from the first two days to tests because the nurse administrating the tests was a big fan of the double negative.
As a result of these tests I have learned that I am allergic to everything, but dog and guinea pig. Next week a start a breeding program. My guinea dogs will be both tasty and friendly.
For the next year I routinely and diligently managed to avoid Naproxen....not really all that hard. However, this past May I begin breaking out in hives again. They hives were pretty bad, but they went away with benadryl and my breathing was never affected. But I have to tell you that the original reaction started with hives so this time around the hives have a my husband and I just setting around monitoring my breathing...just in case. This is stressful to say the least. Particularly for my husband. When this happened last year he leaves the house to go buy some benadryl and when he returns 15 minutes later my lips are blue and I am having a very hard time breathing. I was frightening for me, but terrifying for him. This time the hives would go away quickly with the benadryl and then come back as soon as the benadryl wore off. In the end I had to resort to taking prednisone. Which I hate because it makes me sweat like a pig. So for 7 days I lived with my back to the open freezer and all was well. The hives went away and as to yet I have not had a problem again.
BUT, at the behest of my spouse I made an appointment to see the horse tie loving allergist. I had to wait many weeks to get in to see him as it is seasonal allergy season. So in I go. Again, no idea, but he wants to do the traditional skin tests for allergies. This involves three appointments and being scratched multiple times with stuff that makes you itch. Only you cannot ITCH them. It is pure torture. Then for the third appointment you are injected with those things that did not make you allergic the first time. In may case I was allergic to almost everything. So I only go three injections at the end. Now I was not really certain what might have caused a reaction from the first two days to tests because the nurse administrating the tests was a big fan of the double negative.
As a result of these tests I have learned that I am allergic to everything, but dog and guinea pig. Next week a start a breeding program. My guinea dogs will be both tasty and friendly.
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