That gun’s name is Allergies.
Allergies have been the sources of almost all of my upper respiratory issues over the last year. I suspected they were the problem, but tried to deny it since the 10 years of allergy shots I endured growing up were awful.
I finally bit the bullet and I had my first visit with my new ENT doctor last week and went for testing yesterday. My arms are now covered in red dots. I have some new medications in my arsenal and I’m starting sublingual drops in two weeks. Sublingual drops are new on the scene and my out-of-pocket expense for those (which can be administered at home) are about the same for the equivalent copays for office administered shots.
I’m thankful to know that it’s something that can be treated. By April, I should be off almost all the medicines (except nose sprays on an as needed basis) and should be feeling better.
It’s time to get my fall/winter running started now that I can breathe though my nose.
[ photo credit: mootown]
Now that I’ve come out the other side of this anxious time and am settling back into my “normal” state, ideas are percolating in my head again…
…do I really want to try to grow my teeny-tiny side job into a legitimate side business?
…do I give notice on the teeny-tiny side job (for a variety of reasons) and get back those hours each month I spend on it?
…do I want to train for and compete in a sprint tri?
…do I just focus on finishing school (expected in May 2012) and then figure out the rest later?
Lots of things bouncing around my head, but no decisions need to be made right now.
Instead, I’m going to enjoy my Friday night. I’ve already smoked a cigar and will probably spend my evening watching TV with husband and the dog (who is doing much better and is back up to 83 pounds. Yay!).
[This is a heavily edited version of the unposted draft I wrote when I got home from work on Friday, February 18, 2011. I waited a few days for my anger to subside, am editing, and posting it today (2/21/11). If you’ve talked to me in real life since Friday, thank you for your kind words.]
I’ve long joked that there are two stable industries in this town: working for the federal government and working for a labor union. Well, the joke’s on me this time. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
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