Ok. Not Zen today. Not Zen at all.
Today I went to the allergist in a desperate attempt to figure out what is going on with all of the horrible food responses I’ve been having lately. I have had to miss a half day of school because something I ate for lunch sent me to the doctor ASAP.
So I’m finally going and hoping for some answers.
My answers suck.
The appointment basically went like this:
“Oh, you tested negative for shellfish and fish! You’re still deathly allergic you just haven’t had them recently enough for antibodies to still be in your blood stream.”
“Oh, you had a reaction to what? Do you have seasonal allergies too? Oh, ok, well because of food-inhalant cross-reactivity you can NO LONGER EAT:
WHAT?!?!?!? ARE YOU %(#&% KIDDING ME!?!?!??!?!?!?!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MILK, CORN AND WHEAT ARE IN? WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT? I’m going to cry and go to bed. Bad assess don’t whine and it’s not sexy but today…I’m having a pity party.