It only took 97 needles in my back for an allergy doctor to confirm I’ve made poor life choices. And I’m not sure what was worse—the 97 pricks or the intense itching afterwards.
ALLERGIST: “Where do you work?”
ME: “At my local agriculture office, but I spend about half my time in the field working with farmers.”
ALLERGIST:“You picked the wrong profession.”
ME: “Well, I like working outdoors.”
ALLERGIST: “You may like it, but your immune system doesn’t. It looks like you’re allergic to the whole grass family. To be honest, I’m surprised you’ve survived this long.”
Normally, I don’t profess to have psychic powers, but as the allergist continued to examine the welts on my back, each corresponding to a prick infused with a different contagion, I had a strong premonition, namely that of my wife’s delight in uttering the words, “I told you so.” Don’t you hate when medical professionals confirm what your wife has been saying for years?
For years, she had been telling me to ask a doctor for an Epipen because I keep bees. Of course, my rebuttal was that I wasn’t allergic to bee stings, so that was stupid and a waste of money. But here’s the thing I’ve learned the hard way: Life is full of irony.
Yes, it’s a little ironic that I chose agriculture as a profession when I’ve had a lifelong allergy to hay and grass, which the allergist confirmed in the skin-prick test. But I wasn’t there because I was worried about sneezing and watery eyes from hay fever. I was there because my favorite food rebelled against me. For decades, my shrimp intake rivaled that of a krill-gulping whale. But that was before an insurgent shrimp infiltrated my stomach through a bowl of shrimp and grits and convinced my white blood cells to try to strangle me from the inside out. That’s why I was at the allergist.
The doctor confirmed that I now have a severe shrimp allergy and that if a shrimp ever got anywhere near my gullet, I’d likely go into anaphylactic shock. She said that it wasn’t uncommon for adults to suddenly develop a severe allergy, even to something they’ve been exposed to often. At this point, I mentioned that my wife was worried I might suddenly become allergic to bee stings.
“Absolutely, it could happen with bee stings,” the doctor said. The doctor said that, given my allergy history, I shouldn’t work with bees without an Epipen nearby.
ME: “You mean, I should listen to my wife?”
8 thoughts on “I Told You So”
Just goes to remind you (and your readers) that men should always, ALWAYS(!) listen to your wives! 😉
You did marry her for her intelligence, right?
Yes, among many other things 😉
Poor you, I know what you mean. I had terrible allergies in the City, pollution, smoke, old dust, but luckily here in the pastures of Creuse I am fine, which was a shock given as a child I had hay fever. Well you never know when your immune system throws a wobbly…but glad your resolving.
Yes, my immune system definitely has a mind of it’s own. Hopefully, it is done throwing wobblies but who knows…
Hilarious, but sad. I’m sorry you have run up against a wall and may have to make some hard decisions.
I know the feeling. It’s hard being married to a prophet; they’re always right. Best of luck to you and your white blood cells. Mine fight me on a lot of things. Who would’ve thought this Midwestern girl who grew up with cornfields in her back yard would be allergic to the stuff? You’re right, life IS full of irony.
Yes, you’d think with my overzealous white blood cells that I’d at least be pretty resistant to common germs, but apparently they are too busy trying to attack allergens to put up much defense against the revolving door of bacterium and viruses that my toddler brings home from daycare.