I was thrilled earlier this week (maybe it was last week) when the fog surrounding my chronically, cripplingly slow brain was lifted with - Benadryl!
Dr. A ran a blood panel that included a "short" allergy test. This turned up all kinds of allergies, some of which I knew about and others I didn't. I already knew about my tree/flower/dog/cat allergies, for instance, but I didn't know that, out of ALL the allergies, I am the MOST allergic (stunningly allergic) to Melora. Sad face. She's 16 and there's no way I'm getting rid of her, I will just take enough Benadryl to kill an elephant every night until she decides to go on safari and then I'll live pet-free. Right!
New thing - food allergies.
Just in time for the holidays, I am now deathly allergic to oranges and walnuts.
I am not-deathly allergic to: corn, cow's milk, egg whites, mustard, peas, peanuts, potatoes, rice, soybeans, and tomatoes.
I truly cannot wait to find out what else I'm allergic to, but that will be from another blood test that happens when the rest of my body has settled down (as much as it ever does) from fighting the boring-to-talk-about things that it's currently fighting and I don't feel like talking about.
There is literally nothing in the house I can eat right now except for celery and dry oat cereal. My "going to the grocery store the day before Thanksgiving" game face has been securely fastened. Try snagging that last box of quinoa and I will throw elbows, motherf*cker!