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So two weeks ago I went and saw an allergist. Last time I was tested was before The Young™ were born, so I figured it was time. At that time I was told I was allergic to dust, mold, and cats (they didn't test for shrimp, but I think I'm allergic to shrimp, as what happens when I eat shrimp is not a good thing). This time it turns out that I am not--it seems--allergic to dust or mold, but I am seriously allergic to cats, and a little allergic to dogs (one of which we happen to have. Oh, yeah.)
Prior to the visit I had been off my antihistamines for three days, so I was, in the words of Arlo Guthrie, an All American Girl from New York City, meaning, a running, gooey, sneezly mess. The doctor put me on two nasal sprays, told me to rinse my snout with saline solution twice a day, took me off my Claritin, and told me to come back in two weeks. The difference that the meds and **ich** saline made was tremendous. I can breath again! She did tell me I had "post-menopausal nose" (really?), which means the nasal membranes tend to dry out more than they used to. So, feeling all pleased with the progress and expecting to be patted on the head and sent about my business, I went back for a follow-up today.
Wrong. Apparently my nose is almost as swollen as it was before the new regimen. When I pointed out that I was breathing just fine now, the doctor looked at me and said "I suspect you don't know what it's like to breathe properly." Put me in my place, proper, that did.
So she has put me on a regimen of shots for three months. PLUS: I'm going to an ENT next week to consult about having Radio Frequency Ablation on the swollen parts of my nose. Because my nose is unlikely to shrink down to a normal size on its own.
If you see me and my nose is, like, glowing and stuff, just play it cool, okay?
Prior to the visit I had been off my antihistamines for three days, so I was, in the words of Arlo Guthrie, an All American Girl from New York City, meaning, a running, gooey, sneezly mess. The doctor put me on two nasal sprays, told me to rinse my snout with saline solution twice a day, took me off my Claritin, and told me to come back in two weeks. The difference that the meds and **ich** saline made was tremendous. I can breath again! She did tell me I had "post-menopausal nose" (really?), which means the nasal membranes tend to dry out more than they used to. So, feeling all pleased with the progress and expecting to be patted on the head and sent about my business, I went back for a follow-up today.
Wrong. Apparently my nose is almost as swollen as it was before the new regimen. When I pointed out that I was breathing just fine now, the doctor looked at me and said "I suspect you don't know what it's like to breathe properly." Put me in my place, proper, that did.
So she has put me on a regimen of shots for three months. PLUS: I'm going to an ENT next week to consult about having Radio Frequency Ablation on the swollen parts of my nose. Because my nose is unlikely to shrink down to a normal size on its own.
If you see me and my nose is, like, glowing and stuff, just play it cool, okay?