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Trolls, Molds and Woman Colds

Well that title is fairly self-explanatory I think. So see you next week.

Just yankin your chain.

This week can be somewhat appropriately represented by these three nouns.

First, Trolls. 

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You know what hugs are great for? Sharing germs. Way to go Poppy.

My oldest niece is currently going through a Trolls phase. At least twice a day she asks for “Everybody oh oh oh.” Since she is not quite two, I can understand why the bright, song-filled movie is appealing to her. In fact, the adults of the house have agreed that the movie was either designed by a think-tank of five-year-olds, or the people who made it were crazy high the whole time. Either way I think we are all excited for this phase to be over.

Second, Molds.

I’ve been getting allergy shots for my new-found mold allergy for over a month now. I do feel that they are already starting to help–I have been sinus-infection-free since July despite the very wet September we are having (molds love the rain). The only downside to the shots is that they tend to trigger migraines. In the long run this may be a good thing, as that suggests that mold is a big migraine trigger for me right now; once I get the allergy under control my migraines will likely improve. For right now though, it does make shot day a tad tricky.

Third, Woman Colds.

The Woman Cold is a term I have decided on to describe a phenomenon as real and as ancient as The Man Cold. The Woman Cold, like it’s masculine counterpart, can of course be experienced by either sex. Its name is simply an acknowledgement that the majority of its sufferers are women.

The Woman Cold refers to a cold/illness that the sufferer chooses to ignore and remain in

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Ron with his Woman Cold

denial about until something drastic happens. The owner of The Woman Cold will continue with life as normal, steadfastly insisting that “it’s not that bad” until they either recover or get much, much sicker.

This week I had a Woman Cold. There’s been a cold going around campus and I finally succumbed. Really, as far as the cold itself goes, it was nothing to write home about. The cold was not the primary problem though–the whole week my chest was getting tighter, I was coughing a little, then a lot, then A LOT.

Just part of the little, trifling cold I was sure. It will pass.

Eh. Wrong.

Friday morning I came back from my morning class. I set my backpack on the floor of my room. I bent over to retrieve my phone from its depths. Suddenly I was seized by an intense coughing fit that led me to discover this equation:

Intense coughing + bent over Miranda = throw up on my poor backpack.

Oops.

Now I really, really didn’t want to throw up on someone else’s backpack, so I finally accepted that it was time to stay home from class. My Woman Cold had sneakily metamorphosized into bronchitis.

Actually, as I have already mentioned, this development wasn’t sneaky at all, but as a fundamental part of The Woman Cold is denial, virtually every outcome except full recovery comes as a surprise to the sufferer.

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And don’t think for a second I’m saying that The Woman Cold is a good thing–if many of my professors and classmates hadn’t come down with this particular branch of the cold then I probably wouldn’t have gotten it. They were in denial, they came to class sick, they got other people sick and that ultimately led to me getting bronchitis. The Woman Cold is just as annoying and foolish as the man one. Well almost.

 

 

Good News Annie, You Can Stay

Annie is a cat, not a person. It didn’t actually occur to me to ask them to test for an allergy to other people. I’ll have to look into that some time. It seems likely, especially an allergy to people who *gasp* don’t like Harry Potter or chocolate or other extremely important things.

Just in case that introductory paragraph didn’t make things crystal clear–I had skin allergy testing done Tuesday. Technically, redone, since I was also tested my senior year of high school. The first time everything was negative. Initially it was a let down, but it turned out to be a good thing because it enabled us to do further immune system testing…which led to my PI diagnosis.

This summer I reluctantly asked Dr. C if we could repeat the skin testing. I was kind of embarrassed to even ask, since I’ve had so much allergy testing done over the years and it’s almost always been negative. But my recurrent sinus infections and everything-resistant nasal congestion this year made me desperate enough to venture once again down that allergy avenue of insanity–doing the same tests over and over again and expecting a different result.

Well I didn’t really expect a different result. I fully expected it all to be negative. I expected this because I secretly hoped that something would be positive; I’ve found it best in the medical world to expect the exact opposite of what you hope for, so that it’s a little less demoralizing when your hopes once again fail to be realized. That may seem rather pessimistic, but it doesn’t really matter–I can never fully manage it anyways. No matter how many times I’ve been disappointed, it’s awful hard not to hope.

So when the nurse exclaimed, “Dang. One of them is trying to start reacting already!” before she walked out of the room I fought it. It probably will go back down before the fifteen minutes are up, I thought. That itching is probably just the histamine control. No, bad hope! Get back where you belong–outside of the Dr.’s office!

Hope must be a cat because it never listens. Even as I sat there freezing in my little paper gown and reading about poor Edmond Dantès and all his hopes being destroyed I couldn’t control it–hope settled in on my chest purring and kneading me repeatedly with its sharp, little claws. What if? it purred to me. What if?

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Well hope you little rebel, you were right this time. I reacted to one thing–the Aspergillus Mold. And really, I might add, I did a pretty thorough job of it.

The bad news is that Aspergillus Mold is a primarily outdoor mold that is just about everywhere all the time in Virginia. The good news is that I get to try allergy shots for it! Naturally, I expect that the allergy shots won’t help that much…because I secretly hope that they will help both my sinus infections and migraines a lot.

To prove to myself how little stock I was putting in the allergy shots, I kept my ENT appointment for yesterday. Unfortunately that kind of backfired because after hearing about the results of the allergy testing the ENT told me I definitely needed to do the allergy shots and then patted himself on the back for a job well done. So it was a bit of a wasted appointment, except perhaps, for the ENT since he got to feel very accomplished over doing absolutely nothing.