So one would think I went to the doctor today because I have been sick (still fighting this cold/cough D bestowed upon me). Logical guess but sadly you’d be wrong. Today was my all-too-regular visit with my allergist.
To back up: all through life I sniffled. I used to joke that I had a cold year-round. It wasn’t until grad school when a friend of mine said, “Are you sure you don’t have allergies?” I’ll be honest, the thought had NEVER crossed my mind. And why would it. No one else in my family has allergies.
But once it was there, I decided I had to get it checked out. So I scheduled an appointment with an ENT (I cannot remember if that was recommended to me or if I just didn’t know that there was such a thing as an allergist).
I remember that I was 5 minutes late to the ENT and that there was a LONG line at reception. Of course, being a new patient, I then had to fill out tons of paperwork. When I finally got called back it was 30 minutes past my appointment time.