Dr. Gadi

I don't know what took me so long, but I finally decided to see an allergist. I've never been a highly allergic person. Dr. Agus, family practioner to pretty much all of Boro Park when I was a kid, had told my mother once that I was allergic to penicillin. I think it was because he had run out of penicillin. I lived with that nonsense until one day a doctor asked me specifically if I was allergic to penicillin and I decided to take my life in my hands and said that I wasn't. I'm still here, so I guess Agus was full of hot air.

Then suddenly I had the Alien Eyes episode (see post #5). Incidentally, I had had another almost identical reaction walking in Chinatown a few years earlier. Never figured that one out, either. But now Dr. Aitemen had thrown down the gauntlet: this incompetent nincompoop wanted me to get rid of my birds...I wasn't going to do that until I was convinced that Oscar & Co. were, indeed, beyond a shadow of a doubt, hazardous to my health.
Dr. Katzenelebogen recommended Dr. Gadi Avshalomov. When I stumbled over his name a bit, the receptionist told me that I should just call him Dr. Gadi; that's how all his patients (and office staff) referred to him. He was one of those guys who's kinda Russian and kinda Israeli at the same time. He spoke fluent Hebrew and was a young, charismatic, personable guy. He also ran a gold mine of a practice in which he had very little to do. I was there three times and saw him exactly once. After that it was always one of the girls in the office who took care of me.
They gave me a scratch test to see what, if anything, I might be allergic to. The results were verrrrrrrrrry interesting.