Nothing but Spite for the Wicked Dust Mite

It’s four o’ clock in the afternoon, and time to wake up and have another cup of coffee. I was suffering miserably from allergies this morning so I decided the best course of action would be to ingest some Benadryl. I can breathe and swallow just fine now, but my entire being wants to revert to a comatose state. I just had a two hour nap while my daughter also slept, and I feel like I could sleep for about two more days. Thinking foolishly that there might be some sort of quick resolution for my chronic condition, I made an appointment to see my doctor. It just took me three tries to type the word doctor, because apparently my digits decided to remain asleep. Anyhow, the next available appointment isn’t until a month from now, which means I may have to wait that long just to get a referral for allergy testing. I am no medical expert, but I know what is wrong: I have simply been a pussy for too long, afraid to actually take the final step and get allergy shots! Procrastination nips me noisily once again. The possibility of anaphylactic shock after said administration of shots is what inspires the most fear in me. I have to make child care arrangements every time I go to get a shot, because the wise doctors don’t think you can go into shock and take care of a two-year-old at the same time (go figure). This might be difficult, but I’m so miserable right now that I really don’t care. I haven’t been able to have dairy products for months because of the resultant phlegm. I don’t sleep well, and my hands itch profusely every time I touch my cats (I was lucky enough to develop an allergy to them, too). Indeed, it’s time to take the plunge. I think I’ll call the doctor for a telephone consult and try to schmooze an earlier referral out of her. After all, she treated me last year, when I thought I might be developing asthma (and yes, the asthma symptoms are starting to come back). I apologize for the crabby, extremely self-centered nature of this entry…I just feel like I would be a happier person if I slept and was able to have ice cream every once in a while.