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May. 31st, 2007 09:59 pmI got my allergist appointment moved up from July 6 to tomorrow with a bit of judicious crying into the phone...it was mostly from not being able to pull my right arm straight without wanting to scream in agony because the skin of my inner elbow was so cracked and raw. Among other things.
...like hormones, a coworker turning to another saying, "Remind me to bring my epipen tomorrow..." after noticing that my face was swollen, for walking around for two days like a cripple unable to use her arms, for just WANTING SOMEONE TO GIVE A SHIT.
I seriously hope this guy does. I despair at being like this for much longer without any real medical help beyond the "Let's try this...no better? And this? No? Well, I can't help you, sorry..." kind.
...like hormones, a coworker turning to another saying, "Remind me to bring my epipen tomorrow..." after noticing that my face was swollen, for walking around for two days like a cripple unable to use her arms, for just WANTING SOMEONE TO GIVE A SHIT.
I seriously hope this guy does. I despair at being like this for much longer without any real medical help beyond the "Let's try this...no better? And this? No? Well, I can't help you, sorry..." kind.
