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Atchoo!

So I finally went to see a specialist in Asthma and Allergies.  I used to be really bad about this and at one point I got my dermatologist to write a prescription for my inhalor.
Oh the days of that word being singular!  Because my asthma has been getting worse I have graduated from the "rescue" Albuterol inahlor to that plus the the twice daily steroid inhalor.  This inhalor tastes like crap and I have to wash my mouth out after using it or I could get a yeast infection in my mouth because steroids depress the immune system.

And horray for my immune system!  The reason people have allergic reactions is because their immune system thinks that the allergen is an invading germ.  It gets all revved up and tries to get rid of it; runny nose, sneezing, etc.

And then there's the inhalor for my allergies.  At least now I know for sure what I'm allergic to and why I feel sick all the time.  It's because I'm allergic to cats (I have one), dust (I have that too), and grass.  The grass season here lasts through the only months that I spend a lot of time outside.

For the cat and the dust, I have to clean a lot, wash anything made out of cloth once a week, and if I can't wash it seal it in an allergen-proof cover.  For the grass, my doctor recommended that I have my husband mow the lawn.  So, I will have to get on my imaginary husband about mowing our imaginary lawn.  I know he hates doing it, so maybe I will offer to clean out the imaginary gutters every spring in return.

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