I am not a doctor person.
I go to the doctor if I have a crazy high fever and feel like I’m seriously going to die (read: Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever) or if I think I’m contagious (so I can get better and go back to work and pay the bills without infecting people).
I get my yearly exam and pap and go to the dentist twice a year. Vagina health is important, and not taking care of your teeth leads to terrible things – so I suck it up and do those.
Other than that, I don’t go to the doctor. I think our bodies are pretty miraculous things and do a great job of fighting illness on their own if we just treat them well.
So, it took a LOT to get me to an allergist on Saturday.
The past two years I’ve struggled increasingly with sinus and allergy trouble, and after having had a headache for the past two weeks straight, I gave in.
It was a process. A long process with many needles and a little camera worm that went in my face.
I had a headache the whole time and there were a million other things I would have preferred to do with my Saturday morning, but the doctor is highly reputed and seemed to know what he was talking about.
Apparently I’m quite allergic to most grass and trees, and suffer from a triple dose of headache goodness – tension headaches, sinus headaches and migraines.
My right septum is also deviated, but not enough to warrant surgery, which is awesome news because there’s no way I would have gotten the surgery anyways.
He sent me off with a homework assignment to get blood work done to make sure my immune system is okay (haven’t decided if I’ll actually do this) and list of medicines that is supposed to make all my woes be gone.
I also have to go back in a month to get food allergy testing done (another possible headache contributor as well as the supposed cause behind some skin issues I’ve been having) and they’re trying to talk me into the allergy shots, which isn’t happening – not only because I hate needles but also because I think they’re bullshit.
I’m honestly torn over the experience. I don’t know if I even believe in the process.
I mean, just because my arm blew up to the size of a boa constrictor when they did the allergy testing doesn’t necessarily answer the question of how my body actually responds to those allergens, does it?
Breathing them in is different from having them pricked into my body with a needle, right?
I have been following the treatment for two days now, and can’t say I feel much better yet. I still have popping in my ears and a hatred-inducing headache as I type this, but maybe it will just take awhile for my body to respond.
I am definitely to a point where my allergies are interfering with my day-to-day life and I want to get better, so I’m going to keep trying, but I’m wondering if my efforts are futile. Perhaps this is just my lot in life?
Anyways, not much point in all that, but a lot of you had expressed concern and interest in my allergy situation (really, I’m not making that up) so I thought I’d give an update. Nothing like reading about my medical happenings on a Monday morning. You’re so very welcome.
Do you have allergies? How do you deal with them?
Are you a doctor lover or doctor avoider?