I just got a phone call..
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been going on some sneezing jags that I couldn’t explain. I’ve always had a little hay fever, but that season is over in northern Minnesota.
Last week I made an appointment at the clinic and they referred me to an allergist last Thursday.
Guess what, or rather who I’ve developed an allergy to. You’re going to laugh because I did.
Yep, that’s right.
According to the allergist, I tested positive for poplar pollen, hay, straw, and CAT HAIR. Somebody upstairs has a really twisted sense of humor. To make this situation even more humorous, the allergist tried to sell me on having a colonoscopy like my regular doctor did. I busted out laughing, I couldn’t help it. I said “Doc, that’s not the part that I’m having the problem with!”
I think they must get kick backs on selling the procedure.
He told me that if I have a cat in the house, I should “GET RID OF IT” as soon as possible. I told him that I did and that wasn’t going to happen.
I’ve had 14 of the most incredible years of my life since I’ve had Misty and Johnny, and as far as I’m concerned, life without Johnny is unthinkable. Johnny is my boy, and I would just as soon cut my big toe off than get rid of him.
If I have to suffer a little, then I guess I’ll suffer. We will be together until one of us kicks the bucket, and I will probably get one or two more after Johnny is gone.
I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment. What can I say?
