A number of you were treated to my wet-blanket appearance on the Rubberslug chat site last Thursday night, as the Spouzal Unit took the elder of our two Things, Elizabeth, to the emergency room with anaphalactic shock. (Which I'm sure I just misspelled. Oh well.) She had been snacking on some mixed nuts and suddenly got a really frightening reaction.
This was the second time we've come within a hair of losing the twerp to a sudden and totally unexpected medical event. She can stop doing this any time now.
The update is that after today's trip to the specialist we have a Prime Suspect... a Smoking Gun, if you will. Brazilnuts. What's interesting is that both Nate and I had zeroed in on the fact that she hadn't eaten Brazilnuts before, whereas the cashews, pecans and peanuts in the bag are practically staple foods around here.
She does appear to have at least sensitivity to peanuts and almonds, but the specialist said not to freak over that until we do some blood work.
That's the good news... as Kymaera put it, "without cashews and pecans, life is just not worth living."

The bad news is that she's also allergic to cats.

On the other hand, I'm probably allergic too. I'll suffer. My sister's the same way. The Nose that Ran. But the fuzzies stay. ("You're allergic to cat dander." "Tough."

He did say that ridding our upstairs of the hated flooring -- the Carpet Formerly Known as Beige -- would probably do as much for our allergies as anything else. So YAY!!


What expensive kids...


