22 pokes

After two scares in the past year, one of which included a visit to ER, with Lilia's shortness of breath and wheezing, she finally made it to an allergist.

This morning I was up early, not knowing what to expect, I packed a bag.  In addition to her five medications to share with the doctor, I packed snacks, drinks, a blanket, crayons, paper and books.  My goal was to pull out all the comforts of home to distract her from whatever may cause her discomfort.

But really, besides the fruit chews, she had what she needed, stretched out, tummy down, with Dora the Explorer on the 16" screen tv.

Breathe.

The actual questions and discussion took the longest.  He asked me why I self-diagnosed cats as the allergy culprit.  It just seemed an exact match.  22 dabs of extracts from cats, dogs, mold, grass, pollen, etc, were applied to her back.  22 pokes.  Wait 15 minutes.  The only one her body reacted to was cats,  the doctor and nurse were surprised I was right.  Maybe I should become an allergist post WEA?

She was brave.  She was strong.  No tears.  No complaints.  Dora helped.  I'm glad it's over and we have a plan for future exposure/outbreaks.

We followed up with a visit to Tacoma's landmark Frisko Freeze -- 60 years strong and they still look the same and serve great food.

And after answering all the questions, I think I've self-diagnosed Henry.  His appointment is in a few months.

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Packing up for a road trip with Rhea and Sofia.  To Portland we go.  Go Reign!!!