I've been doing fairly well lately, with my allergies, I mean. I've hardly had the crazy sinus/allergy headaches, the ones that feel like I'm being poked in random places throughout my brain. I've had very few occurrences of the itchy eyes, even when I'm around the cats. And I haven't been all that plugged up, because I've stayed away from the cheese since the last incident. So I've been really pleased with my immunologist's treatments, that is, until Friday.
I went in for my twice a week allergy shot on Friday and there was a new lady named Carol. Carol, apparently, was filling in for someone on maternity leave. Carol seemed nice enough as we chit chatted while she prepared my shots. How nice. Then Carol turned on me and stabbed me in the arm with a syringe! What the hell? "Oh, Carol, why? Why would you do that to me? I hate needles and now I hate you! Connie and Contrissa don't hurt me like this! No wonder you're not a regular!" I swear--she stabbed me! "Oh, dear, what's the problem?" says Carol. "YOU FREAKIN' HARPOONED ME, YOU CRAZY. I DON'T ENJOY BEING HARPOONED BY NEEDLES, YOU CRAZY!" And things only got about 1% better for the other 2 shots as she pretended she would be gentle and she began by squeezing my delt in the style of Connie and Contrissa, only to once again stab the needle into my arm. (sigh in disgust)
I don't even want to go back there now. Even though it's been helping me feel better. And I know that I have to go back, but I will insist on anyone but Carol. I must. But I'm scared of the wind. It makes me itchy and dry and makes my face hurt again. My face hurt so much yesterday, that I opted out of outdoor Bootcamp today, so now I must go kick my own butt inside the gym. Will do. Oh, and, Bubba, why Bubba?
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