Well, this is how I felt Friday. I went to get tested for allergies. I've always know I have allergies. I've always sneezed and my eyes have always gotten itchy around cats. Lately, another symptom has reared its ugly head. I wheeze and gasp for air when I start having an allergic reaction. It doesn't help matters that we have a cat and live in a little carpet covered apt. Anyway, it was driving Jr and I crazy. It started happening every night. So, I finally decided to do something about it.

I went to an allergy specialist. They had me blow into a plastic tube as hard as I could to find out if I have asthma. They said the test didn't say I did and it didn't say I didn't. Well, that's helpful. Next, they had me lie on my stomach. They pricked me all over my back. The first one they did started itching immediately. It was pretty miserable because they left me there to itch and not be able to scratch for twenty minutes. Turns out that one was cat. I thought we were done, but they did eight more on my arm and left those for fifteen minutes. Geez, well turns out I am allergic to cats, dogs, dust mites, cockroaches, horses, trees, and weeds. Since almost everything I am allergic to surrounds me all the time, they are going to start giving me shots to take away my allergies. In the mean time I am on a butt-load of medicine. Sounds like fun, huh?