Well, the doctor's appointments have continued, and I have seen one every week for the past three weeks which will continue into next week as well. I have spent my last two week visits at the allergist. The first week I did not respond to the testing. I'm tough skinned, what can I say? This week they used the needles. If you know me by now, you know that I HATE NEEDLES. I'm talking crying out in fear and anguish kind of hate. I can't even look at them, and when I did, I saw that there were six of them. SIX FREAKING NEEDLES. SIX! Yes, I paniced. Yes, I held onto my husbands finger well after the jabs ended nearly breaking it. ANd my arm swelled out in pain and response. I'm alleric. Yes, I'm allergic... to cats and dogs. Other things yes, but oh the irony. The painful, humorfilled bastard of irony.
There's only one way to celebrate this fact, but to go out there and find another kitten. Right honey?