This morning I tripped on up to K town to see my specialist. He is awesome in all things Immunology/Allergy wise, and may God bless him always, he is open on SATUDAY! A little history first..
Some years ago, I fell really ill, it was 1998 to be exact. I had no energy..what so ever..zip, none. I was numb all over, no joke..numb and worst of all I was suffering from acute asthma. The numbness scared me most of all as that is a central nervous system symptom, and nothing to play with. I went to the E.R., they said stress. HMMM!! Nope! Went to my family doctor, he said depression. Ever notice how doctors diagnose depression when they don't have a clue what is wrong with you? I said this "I have NOTHING to be depressed about. IT IS NOT THAT!" He sent me home with a round of antibiotics, HELLO?
I spent about 3 months suffering daily with these symptoms. Finally, I went to my family doctor, looked him in the eye and said "I am going to die. You are going to watch me die. Send me somewhere where they can help me". He did. Sent me to a neurologist, who did every test known to man and was befuddled. Meanwhile, I was working full time, mothering two children and preparing for death. I said to the neurologist "You know, our family went to Florida, and I felt better. Reckon it is something in my house?" A lightbulb went off in his eyes and he said "Oh my Gosh, I will send you to my friend Dr. P." I went the next day.
Now Dr. P is from Poland. He is small and very precise and professional. He gave me a skin prick test on my back. 132 pricks, I was allergic to 97 of them YIKES!! He had to give me 3 shots to keep me alive. He figured out immediately (that day) that I was sensitive to yellow number 5, and since I was guzzling mountain dew to stay awake, I was affecting my central nervous system. So that day I dropped yellow number five on his ass, and haven't seen him since.
I took 5 years of allergy shots twice a week and went on a cocktail of drugs which included mega doses of some very good vitamins, and a miracle thingy called dhea (mine was that of an 80 year old and I was 34). Oh and by the way, DHEA is the hormone that gives you your get up and go (mine had got up and went). I also was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, which we stopped dead in its tracks with plaquenil. I feel terrific most of the time, and look better than terrific, no joke.
So back to the story, today I tripped up to see my old friend Dr. P. R.J. and I were going to Red Lobster for dinner, but it was nasty raining, so I did not want to dress up. I put on a really pretty rose silk bra and a slightly see through hot pink tank top. Not to worry, I was wearing a black velour pant suit over my tank top/bra combination and knew noone would see it but me. The bra is really pretty though, and I thought..why not? So I put it on, and smiled..as R.J. would eventually get to see it.
So I get to the doctor, my jacket is zipped up to there, a little of my pink top hanging out the top just so, no biggie. I go in and the nurse hands me a paper shirt. I look at her and say "What is this for?". I have been seeing this doctor for 11 years, always totally clothed. She says, "He will want to listen to your lungs, you can leave your bra on" and smiled. OH Whee! So I do as I am told and remove my jacket and tank top, and don the paper shirt. I am unsure if the opening is in the front or the back, so to be safe I put it in the back.
Now little Dr. P comes in and smiles, shakes my hand and asks how I am doing. I don't mention the fact that for the first time ever, I am unclothed on top...Oh dear! So he examines my ears, nose, throat and opens up my shirt. Ha!!! He starts clearing his throat, clearly uncomfortable and I just smile at him. He listens to every area of my lungs and then rubs my back for a few seconds and says "I am glad you are doing so well!" Boy howdy. So I wondered what he thought of my pretty rose bra? I mean he is a man, and it is odd for me to be in this position with him. He is not my gynecologist, or breast doctor. I wondered if he told that nurse that it is not necessary to undress to hear breathing (she was new).
He gave me all of my prescriptions and told me he would see me in a year, barring anything happening with my multitude of bloodwork (tomorrow). I thanked him for keeping me alive. He saved me you know, I feel real sure I would have died in 1998, had he not intervened when he did. I hope he liked my bra...LOL!!! I know this must seem silly to you the reader, it was just so awkward and funny to me, as I was experiencing it. I was messaging R.J. from inside the little room, and we were joking about my pretty bra and the doctor. Yea I know we are childish. Ha!!
P.S. tonight I made lasagna for the first time. I made it for my Sunshine, as it is her favorite. If you are reading this sweetie..I LOVE YOU ALWAYS!! <3 mom
Happy Halloween Folks!
peace :) shemelts
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