Today I saw my allergist. She remembered me, as did Martha, one of the nurses. Doris, who apparently still works there, is still just as forgetful as she has always been. I told her that my rheumatologist wanted to find out about the constant infections. I didn’t bring up that he wanted it investigated a year ago, or that I had tried at that time to make an appointment, but the receptionist had said that they didn’t take my insurance.

They did allergy testing on me. My arms broke out a bit, but only 2 things seemed to merit being declared this time (instead of the multitudes that were positive when I was 15). I am apparently allergic to dust/dust mites, which has tested positive since the first time I had the tests when I was 4. (My dust allergy sent me to the hospital back then.) The other thing that tested positive was the penicillium mold. I thought that that was interesting since I’m also allergic to Penicillin. (Penicillin comes from a form of the mold, but they’re not the same.)

I have to have some blood work done for her, as well. The CH50, pneumococcal ab 23, tetanus ab panel, and immunoglobulins. I could have had it done today, but I decided that I needed to come home and eat since I felt like my blood sugar was dropping. (I had to be back in the back of the office for about 3.5 hours.) I’ll probably go sometime later this week, but I won’t get the results for at least 2 weeks. (The panels have to be sent to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota.)

I thought it was kind of funny that I wasn’t really allergic to much more than my normal allergy issues, since I’ve had doctor after doctor tell me that I had really bad allergy problems. It kind of confirms the idea I’ve had that doctors don’t always pay attention or want to look for what’s really wrong.

About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.