I finally went to an allergist, after much complaining and fighting with my insurance company, and at least 19 days of out and out whining. The very nice Dr. R told me I am allergic to my dog and to dust mites. Dust mites, sure, they’re nasty. Just look at them: they’re clearly evil. But brown-dog Kayo, cause me discomfort? How can it be (insert interobang)? My faithful servant. This fine dog, picture of canine valor and loyalty, can not be at fault. If my Mom had let me have a dog when I was little, I would not be sneezing at my dog so much now. Ok, I feel mean just joking like that. I take it back. Even though the doctor told me it was true.

Where was I . . .I have little holes all over my forearms. And I have new meds. And the meds, as best as I can figure, suck wind. Singulair’s side-effects include–I wish I was making this up–chest pain, abdominal pain, and, if I’m really lucky, intestinal distress. Oh goody! Give me two! To make it all better, the new nasal spray they gave me seems to give me sinus headaches. The drill-bit-right-between-my-eyes kind of sinus headaches. And they come with free tinitus, at no extra cost! Yayyyyyyy. Isn’t this what I was trying to prevent with the testing and the new diagnosis? Clearly, my drug sensitivities continue apace. But I can breathe through both nostrils (all the better to focus on my headaches and chest pain). I hope the side-effects wear off quickly. All bitching aside, I can taste food again and have regained some sense of smell. That will ultimately lead to brighter spirits for the cat, who would like to submit a complaint about the recent decline in service at his local catbox. I think he’s also submitted a slander complaint against me, since I originally thought all of this mucus was his fault. He will never forgive me. That is his way. Luckily, he is a stoner and often loose with his affections, so his anger should have little affect on our relationship as long as I keep him in nip.

I have passed the midpoint of Tchula’s scarf. I can hear Spinny weeping in the corner. I admit, I have been neglectful. I was supposed to get back to her after picking up her new parts last weekend, but the scarf is an attention hog. And spinning requires me to sit up straight, while knitting allows me to burrow into a pile of pillows and keep a nice warm cat on my feet. Maybe, amidst all the laundry I feel the need to do (kill the mites, kill them all), I can get some spinning done tonight.

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