Last fall I suffered from allergies - apparently. So, I went to see an allergist in early December. Turns out I'm allergic to cats, dogs, horses, grasses, and cockroaches - weird. While I was at the office, I was in a great mood because I was in the glow of the Christmas spirit. I had started out my day with a Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks and I was feeling very content with the world.
Yesterday I received my medical report from the allergist. It is just for my records and to share with my general practitioner. I was saddened to read the following:
"In general, this is a well-developed, well-nourished, 33-year old female in no acute distress."
Translation, "This is a fat, old lady, who clearly isn't sick."
He goes on to write, "Inspection of the face reveals dark ocular circles."
Translation, "She has dark circles under her eyes and must be exhausted."
I stopped reading there after I asked Chuck, "What do you think dark ocular circles are?"
He thought I was reading something for work and answered, "Circles under your eyes" while he continued to watch tv. I guess he saw my face fall because he then asked, "What are you reading?"
I responded, "My allergist's medical report on me."
He said with surprise, "Oh, it's you?! Oh, sweetie . . . "
I shrugged my shoulders and began contemplating which type of eye cream I should start using and whether I should start sleeping more.
Thanks Dr. T.