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The life of an allergy child

Today was... the allergist!

Today I went to the allergist for the first time in 2 years. As you get older you go less, so from going 5 times a year, to once every 2 years has been a bit of a shock. Apparently, allergies don't change very much once you pass the age of.... 5. So 13 years later and finally my dairy allergy has shifted. It hasn't kicked itself all the way out the door just yet, but maybe, just maybe I'll be trying some food challenges. Although I'm slightly skeptical about the results. All the usuals are still here. The nuts, eggs, dairy, crustaceans, grass, dusts, wheat, cats and god knows what else! Still waiting on the exact results. Today was spent with an itchy, blue arm (photo attached) and answering questions that no 18 year old should have to answer. I got in trouble, maybe 5 times from two different people for one event in which I should have used my epipen and been carted off to hospital, but seriously, who wants to spend their 18th birthday in hospital??? NO ONE! So you can't blame me for not taking that action, after all, it wasn't that bad... ok it was but I was kinda in denial and who wants to take an ambulance ride on your birthday? After that lecture, it was a lecture on what medication I should be taking, and I'll tell you! The list just got seriously longer. Medication for asthma, allergies, eczema, everything. It was pretty bad. At least he didn't try to spring a food challenge on me this time. After that it was time to look at my eyes, bad, so eye drops. Then my nose, bad, so nose spray. The worst? My legs. Apparently on top of all the allergies, I'm intolerant to wheat. YAY my first intolerance! Let's celebrate this momentous occasion by drinking wine. Oh yeah that.... basically the message is, don't get drunk because you'll eat something, drink something or kiss someone that you're allergic to. Great. So now I can't even drink. Can't eat anything or drink anything, just perfect. Oh and don't drink when you have bad asthma because apparently I'll die, makes it worse or something. Also, my migraine medication doesn't go well with adrenaline (AKA Epipen) so I could still die. Happy days! Oh and I can't have the flu injection because of the egg allergy so I'll be screwed for my placements. Oh well that part of my life is over for the time being. At least for another 2 years, unless I decide to get immunotherapy for the ridiculous grass and dust allergies I have. Needles, needles and more needles. Sorry just needed to rant.

BB :) (Oh and the photo was taken about an hour after testing, so this is much better than it was when it was in full swing)

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