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Thursday, January 31, 2002
Welcome to Dr. Kim's...The Abode of the Damned.
"Craig, why don't you come on in and take off everything from the waist up." (Fantastic! How did you know that taking off my shirt in front of strangers is my most favorite thing in the world to do?)
"Now I'm going to need you to lay down on your stomach on this bed that is three feet too short for you." (Great! I couldn't be more comfortable.)
"Now I'm going to take these little plastic tubes that have jagged teeth on them and that have been dipped in allergins and twist them on your back to break the skin and force the liquid in. Now just lay there for 20 minutes, do NOT move, and even though it feels like you have ants crawling under your skin and in your veins, DON'T scratch." (Super! This shouldn't be too bad.)
"Oh, and by the way...there are 60 of them." (Even better! The more the merrier that's what I say. Are you sure there isn't more fun that I can have?)
"Now we're just going to inject these eight allergins in your arm and give you hives the size of silver dollars that you can't scratch either." (I knew there was more fun to be had!)
Final results: I am allergic to dust, dust mites, ragweed, pollen and animal dander. I certainly am glad I went through all that to find out that bit of shocking news!
Craig @ 11:32 PM
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