For the last several weeks I have been suffering from an allergic reaction to something that has yet to be defined. Actually the word suffering is a bit over the top. Maybe I have a high threshold for pain and am unbelievably tolerant of itchy scratchy skin. You see I am of the philosophy that minor skin irritations and the like is the body’s way of coping with the millions of complex processes happening every day. So, when I woke a few weeks ago with a swollen tongue I knew something was very wrong.
I have changed soaps, lotions, laundry detergent and stopped eating just about everything in a fruitless effort to figure out what the heck is going on with my body. Oh the doctors? Laughable. A whole slew of physicians have imparted their incredibly divergent opinions from stress to kidney failure to the early signs of congestive heart failure! As I was listening to the latest conspiracy theory I interrupted and asked whether organ failure included these weird red splotches on my arms and legs. It doesn’t. So, I went home, washed everything and sterilized every room in the house. Then I took a borax and vinegar bath. Oh I felt a thousand times better afterwards.
The way I see it I am either getting eaten alive by mites (or something on a microscopic level) or I am still coming in contact with an allergen that wasn’t an issue for me until recently. Whatever it is I am no longer going to be passive, and I will figure it out. Oh, and don’t worry all my test results are “normal”, I do not have kidney failure and congestive heart failure is the least of my worries. It’s a clear case of Occam’s Razor.