Today was my second round of allergy testing. In case you don't know how this goes down I'll give you a play by play. I take off my top and lie on my belly and the nurse marks my back up. Then she takes a little beaker of liquefied allergens and drops them on the grid she has drawn. After that, she takes a little tool almost like a toothpick and scratches each little droplet. My back reacts to whatever it is I'm allergic to by forming a bump. Last week the feather bump looked like I got stung by a wasp but today's test hardly produced a reaction. Apparently the only bump was produced by histamines. Whatever that means. Next I have to do the subcutaneous injection testing. 50 injections total, 25 each visit. I am really not looking forward to this which is pretty funny considering I have about 10 hours worth of tattoo work on my body and a belly button ring and I used to be a blood donor. One would think I wouldn't have any anxiety when it comes to needles. But 25 injections on my arms? Well that hardly sounds like fun to me.
Over the weekend after my many indulgences I was surprised to see that I didn't really have any reaction to any of the food I ate. I mean, I had a stomach ache but really that was to be expected considering the binge fest and copious amounts of beer I ingested. Today, however, I had a yogurt for a snack and the roof of my mouth got all hot and puffed up. I guess that will be my last yogurt. Weird how three weeks without eating something can cause a reaction, huh? I really love that I'm doing this allergy testing. Seems like I should probably know what the heck my body's up to.