The Itchy and Scratchy Show

Guess what. You're not gonna believe it. I'm not allergic to birds! Not not not not not. They scratched me with their feather solution or whatever the hell they put in that stuff. If I was allergic I was supposed to have a puffy, itchy reaction at the scratch site. Nothing. They scratched me with a bunch of different solutions at the same time and I had reactions to quite a few of them. Made me itch like a sonofagun. But birds? Nada. I made them do it twice. So... Remember way back at the beginning of the blog? the second post was titled "Hatzolah to the Rescue". I talked about how I was hospitalized back in October of '08 with breathing problems a month after moving into my new apartment and nobody thought to make the connection between my new place and my pulmological woes. So guess what (again): I'm allergic to dust (isn't everyone), dust mites, mice and roaches. Also a lot of trees and pollen but who cares? The building in which I was residing was a well maintained, clean apartment house. Except apartment 1R. That would be me. I tend to be a bit, um, messy. Not really dirty, but messy. Sloppy. Okay, left to my own devices I'd have to admit that cleanliness of my surroundings has never been my #1 priority. So although I never saw a lot of roaches and mice in the place, I did see a few. Apparently a few was all it took to take a toll on my lungs.