My wishes from last night didn't come true...I still feel off kilter.
A few months ago I underwent allergy testing. What fun I had that day--NOT! I was stuck with needles 75 times in my back, and then if I remember correctly, 19 went into my left arm. I'd heard a lot of horror stories so I wasn't sure what to expect. I realized after the first few pricks that it wasn't going to be as bad as I had thought. The worst part was waiting to see if I was actually allergic to anything....oh, and let's not forget the the itching that I couldn't do anything about. Other than looking like a sieve, I was happy to see that I had survived.
I found out that I'm highly allergic dogs, cats, grass, ragweed, mold (inside & outside), and something else that slips my mind right now. So it seems that I was tortured every spring and fall for the last 25 years for no real reason. I could've taken the shots long ago. But who knew? My allergist prescribed meds. which have helped me tremendously and I've opted to take allergy shots--for what I think will be an eternity. Today marks the start of getting 2 shots a day, 2 x a week for about a year. Wish me luck!