My post-Thanksgiving allergy attack had finally become too severe to "just see if it clears up." (How sad is it that I paid for a 30-minute CHAIR MASSAGE at work yesterday, just to trick someone into SCRATCHING MY BACK?! Totally worked, BTW. It was 30 minutes of heavenly relief! But I think it's a warning sign.)
So I visited my allergist today. And he studied my rash. Inconclusive, but the gallates in the cherry pie that I ate are suspect numero uno. No more cherry pie for me (and another little piece of me just died! I LOOOOVE cherry pie!) So he handed me a script for an anti-itch medication, rattled off some incomprehensible instructions to the nurse, and they left. (Why do I have the distinct feeling that they were laughing at me when the door closed?!)
The nurse returned with—no, not one—but TWO syringes. And she announced that she was going to administer a cortisone shot in EACH buttcheek. It's a good thing the room was windowless, or I'd have likely jumped out. (It's only third floor; I probably would have survived it with little more than broken bones & flesh wounds). Turns out my suspicions were correct: cortisone shots hurt a lot. And you know what else hurts? Immediately getting back in the car & being forced to sit on your @** and drive back to work.
The nurse returned with—no, not one—but TWO syringes. And she announced that she was going to administer a cortisone shot in EACH buttcheek. It's a good thing the room was windowless, or I'd have likely jumped out. (It's only third floor; I probably would have survived it with little more than broken bones & flesh wounds). Turns out my suspicions were correct: cortisone shots hurt a lot. And you know what else hurts? Immediately getting back in the car & being forced to sit on your @** and drive back to work.By the time I got to my desk, I was in no condition to sit down.
And to literally add insult to injury, STEVE'S NEW BLACKBERRY HAS A CAMERA. Laugh it up, Steve. Paybacks are hell!
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