I finally made an appointment with an allergist. I am afraid.
I am afraid of what he will tell me.
I am afraid that it's going to be dogs and cats and rats and rabbits and mold and dust and pollen and the six things I can be bothered to eat.
I am afraid that my only recourse will be to not be around those things.
I can get rid of the wretched carpet and probably encase my bed in one of those dust-mite bags, but I sleep with a dirty Swiffer that I call Trixie. I don't know how I'd get her out of my bedroom without utterly destroying her emotionally. She already has a hard time during the 8 hours a day I'm at work. She is physically in contact with me most of the time I am home. She's clingy.
Zip is less filthy, but still filthy. Fortunately, he is only on me for an hour or so a day.
My entire workplace is an allergen.
Maybe I can get the shots?