Poor, Poor Little Hubby

Barry and Jena 2004

Barry went in for some Allergy testing today.

No big deal, right?

Well, if your not allergic to anything, then yeah.

If you are Barry you nearly give the nurse a heart attack, call in the doctor, get shot up with every medication in the office and get sent home without even finishing the test.

Good time, huh?

So the down low is that if you are allergic to as many things as my husband than you have to take a dose of Benadryl, get a shot of something that I've never heard of and then another shot of Epinephrine because the first 2 aren't working.

Then you lay down for 1/2 hour while the itching subsides and your throat stops swelling.

Next you try to drive home without falling asleep behind the wheel because you are so medicated.

And lastly, you get to call in sick to work and sleep all day.

Now if you know my husband then you know how much he L O V E S to sleep. So I'm thinkin it was all a plot to get a sick day that no one could question and a free pass to sleep all day long.

I'm only joking of course. I love him and I'm glad he didn't die. But hey could you take the garbage out? And Sara is stinky, could you change her? Oh, me? What am I doing? I'm watching American Idol Honey! I know I've never watched it before but it's the last one! Hello, your fine now right?

Sensitivity is not my strong point. I'm working on it. I blame it on my mom. She was too good to me.

Now you know why my husband cleans up the throw up at our house and if the kids come in to our bed at night they always go to his side and why my mother thinks my husband walks on water. I married up y'all and I know it. He is a good, good, good man with more patience than I have in my little finger.

Now if I were sick...whoa, that's a whole other ballgame!

I didn't realize it at the time, but check it out.
Barry was apparently 12 when I married him.
And I never noticed I had a mushroom head!
Why didn't anyone tell me?