So, for those of you who are keeping track, in addition to being an enemy of gluten, wheat, peanuts, cane sugar, serveral beans (thank God not Arabica!), corn, avacados, cauliflower, oranges, birch trees, ragweed, dust mites, cats, a host of pollens and flora, chemicals and sundries, my own skin, my own tears and my own perspiration, my body's immune system appears to be adverse to my just being alive in general. Sigh.
Hallelujah, amen, let's just get it over with.
After months of trying to figure out what new insidious agent has been causing spontaneous hives and painful needle-like transient rashes, my troupe of very excellent (if not solemn) doctors have concluded it's just me. My lymphoid cells are so revved up and raring to go, they are just bursting out in self-expression, whenever and wherever they please. Like cheerleaders with OCD.
Of course what I have is incurable (isn't it always?), and may become progressive (can't it always?) but there are treatments (aren't there always?). More medication (I swear I am becoming best buds with my pharmacist), more odd medical technologies that I find are really just a computerized step up from leeching.
So that was my Monday. How was yours, Sunshine?