It's Friday, so bring on the topless photos!
(These are the only time you will see topless photos of me online. )
I had an allergy skin test at the allergist's office last week.
Here's the test on a non-allergic person.
Here's the test on a mildly allergic person with synchronized "backne."
Weeeeeee! You haven't lived until your back is on fire! (You're not allowed to scratch it or touch it.)
The photos represent about 15 minutes of lying on my stomach. One of my allergy pricks continued to worsen after the test, sending a streak around my side and towards my belly. That was kinda cool-looking.
Dave decided that it was imperative to have a pencil in the photos to give perspective. You will see, compared to the pencil, my back is much redder!
They tested me for 41 things, and I am allergic to all of them.... grass, trees, animals, air. The allergist put the results in a calculator and out came a little piece of paper with the message "You are a allergic to life" printed on it. We will be putting our home on the market and moving to Egypt. (Hopefully, I'm not allergic to pyramids.)
The allergist was telling me about an inhaler that caused less body quakes than others when I replied, "oh good, I was concerned since I'm a heart surgeon" and then I mimicked me holding a scalpel and shaking. The doctor immediately paused as he tried to take in my vocational dilemma. I laughed and he realized I was joking. Ah, good times. (Is it not always obvious when I'm joking?)
Anyhoo, I was sent home with my pharmacy franchise starter kit for the low, low price of a co-pay. It won't be long before I will be able to resume my neighborhood walks; I just need to pickup my new outfit.