Just before everyone at Casa de Katie started doing the Happy Dance of Joy over one of our own being declared officially Wicked Smaht, Bee and I had gone on a small adventure to the Hivey Doctor to see what could be done. Because after two months of never-ending hivies, Bee’s pediatrician thought we should call in the Big Suits. So an appointment was made at the specialists’ office 45 minutes away and all was good.
And then Bee’s new specialist walked into the room and things were even better, because great googley moogley he was hott! I mean….just hott!
He drilled me about Bee’s history, our family history, the symptoms, the timing of the hives; he asked about Bee’s environment, whether anything had recently changed – all the questions one would expect when trying to rule out the obvious (and not so obvious). There was a short exam of Miss Bee (during which I unfortunately spotted a ring. Sadcakes) and then there were more questions. I hope I answered them all correctly; I’m quite sure I was paying attention to Dr. Allergist, but I’m not quite sure I was speaking proper English by that point.
After stepping out a second time, Bee started growing impatient. We had been at the office filling out forms, waiting in the waiting room, waiting in the patient room, and answering questions for almost an hour and a half. I was all Dude, what’s your rush?!, but apparently Bee wasn’t digging the whole experience quite the same way mama was. Finally, Dr. Allergist came back and said he thought that Bee’s hivey-diveyness was just some sort of weird anomaly that would be gone in a few months, hopefully. (Yeah, did you catch that “hopefully” too?) In the meantime, though, he wanted to send her for some labs and schedule a follow-up. The labs will check for allergies and also some weirdo 1-in-a-million diseases that sometimes present with hives, just to be sure. Dr. Allergist also approved doubling her allergy medication so she wouldn’t have the infrequent nighttime hives that Bee sometimes gets on her face and arms.
So, our NeverEnding Adventures in HiveyLand keeps on continuing. I feel like every time I get closer to the Candy Palace at the end of the board, I draw a Lollipop Fuzzy and get sent back to the beginning. But hey, with such good eye candy along the way, who am I to complain?!
May 19, 2011 at 7:43 am |
At least you are making the best of the hivey-divey situation. “Hopefully” Dr. Hott is right and the hives will disappear in the same magical way they appeared.
May 19, 2011 at 10:51 am |
I love your Candyland analogy! I hope Dr. Hott is right and the hives will disappear the way they arrived. My girl’s hives were never as bad as Bee’s, but they do come and go and it seems to be seasonal.
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