They were color coded by allergen concentration. Purple is the lowest, red is the highest.
The left is histamine and right (right above the left end of my scar) is saline. The raised bump (wheal) was 9mm. The red colored skin around the wheal is referred to as flaring.
1st Round of Injections
Right after injections (9:30am)
2nd Round of Injections
I had strong enough reactions to most of the allergens in round 1, so only Mold, Dog, Cockroach, and Feathers were injected.
Only Mold and Feathers were tested this round
Once we were done I washed my arm off with a decent amount of soap (that dye ran a lot).
To give you an idea of how much of my skin was affected, heres the pic above with the photo tuning skewed, so you can actually see the red areas. All of the red skin/spots is where I’m having a reaction. Of course they weren’t this red in person.
“Try it. Put a note next to your bed that says “no questions.” When you wake up tomorrow, let’s see how long can you go without either asking yourself or another person a question? This would be both audibly and mentally. This exercise includes hearing one from someone else, as well as reading a question in the morning paper, a billboard you pass on the way to work or one posed on the internet. You’ll be awakened to how central questions are to our daily existence. We’re wired to question.”—
For at least two centuries, it has been standard practice in the United States to place commas and periods inside of quotation marks. This rule still holds for professionally edited prose: what you’ll find in Slate, the New York Times, the Washington Post—almost any place adhering to Modern Language Association (MLA) or AP guidelines. But in copy-editor-free zones—the Web and emails, student papers, business memos—with increasing frequency, commas and periods find themselves on the outside of quotation marks, looking in. A punctuation paradigm is shifting.
You cannot say you are a follower of the guy who said love your enemies and do good to those who hate you. The next line isn’t: and if that doesn’t work send a titanium fanged dog to rip his nuts off. Jesus lays on that hippie stuff pretty thick. He has lines that say: do not repay evil with evil and do not take revenge on someone who wrongs you. Really. It’s in that book you hold up when you scream at gay people.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but non-violence was kind of Jesus’ trademark. Kind of his big thing. To not follow that part of it is like joining Greenpeace and hating whales. I mean there’s interpreting and then there’s just ignoring. It’s just ignoring if you’re for torture. As are more evangelical Christians than any other religion. You’re supposed to look at figure of Christ on the cross and think, how could any man suffer like that and forgive, not: Romans are pussy, he still has his eye.
If you go to a baptism, and you hold the baby under until he starts talking, we’re missing the message. Like apparently our President who says he gets scripture on his Blackberry every morning, but who says on 60 Minutes anyone who questioned if Bin Laden should have been assassinated should have their head examined. Hey, Fox News, you missed a big headline: Obama thinks Jesus is nuts. To which I say, hallelujah because my favorite new government program is surprising violent religious zealots in the middle of the night and shooting them in the face. Sorry, Head Start, you’re number two now.
See, I can say that because I’m a non-Christian, just like most Christians.
Christians, I know, I’m sorry, I know you hate this and you want to square this circle but you can’t. I’m not even judging you, I’m just saying logically, if you ignore every single thing Jesus commanded you to do you’re not a Christian, you’re just auditing. You’re not Christ’s followers, you’re just fans. And if you believe the earth was given to you to kick ass on while gloating, you’re not really a Christian, you’re a Texan.
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I use chapstick all the time. I probably have 1-2 dozen tubes scattered around our house, my car, and my desk at work.
My new fav kind is the spf 15 lip balm from kiss my face. They smell good, give a nice smooth finish, and a non-sticky feel. Plus it lasts a while, I’m not having to reapply every 30 minutes like with some chapsticks.
luckily the sorority girl in me stocks up on cocktail dresses
I found one in my closet (with the tags still on it) that I bought on sale from JCrew in Oct 2008 (according to my email) thats a size 8. So I now have a dress for my cousin’s wedding without shopping!
I don’t tell them, for example, that reading a good novel, like watching a good movie, takes me to places I have never been and might never go. Although watching a movie—say, The English Patient—does allow me to experience the harsh beauty of the North African desert or the hushed tragedy of the Villa San Girolamo hospital room, it does so in only two dimensions, and so keeps me outside of those places, a spectator looking at a flat picture that moves.
Reading Michael Ondaatje’s novel, on the other hand, puts me into that world, allows me to feel the desert’s desiccating heat, the sand fleas and gritty sand in my socks; sucks the moisture from my tongue and nostrils, stings my eyeballs, and sears the soles of my feet. Reading drops me down into the hospital room where Almásy lies bandaged, grotesquely burned. Reading fills my nose and mouth with the putrefying scent of decaying flesh. It puts me so close to beautiful Hana’s tears that I can very nearly reach out and wipe them from her cheek.
Reading, I do not tell my students, will startle their senses alive again by throwing open the world when their small, cluttered rooms have grown tight and stale.
Reading will lay a hand on their shoulders when they are homesick, or when their hearts have been broken, or when that C-minus seems like the greatest tragedy in the world.
Reading, I do not tell them, because they would not believe me, can keep you from cutting yourself, can keep you from suffocating in the quicksand of your self-absorbed despair.
Reading, I do not tell them, can turn on the lights in your darkness, can help you see yourself more clearly, can help you find yourself when you are lost.
Reading, I do not tell them, because this is something that cannot be taught but must be learned, can make you feel like not one lone cell stranded in the desolation of the world, but one of eight billion cells conjoined by the world, all hearts echoing the others in the song of one enormous heart.
I do not tell them that being a human is a lonely, lonely business and that only a couple of things can assuage that loneliness. Loving someone is the best remedy, I do not tell them. Making music is good medicine too. And so is reading, another form of love—an act of faith and trust and desire, an act of reaching out and of coming together.
Positive: My cousin is getting married! Negative: I need to find something to wear
The ceremony is at 5pm. Reception is black tie optional. Keith will probably be wearing his tux. The bridesmaids are wearing JCrew dresses in “spiced wine” so I want to steer clear of colors in that area. I want to spend $150 or less, especially since Keith is getting his eyes fixed in a few weeks and its ‘spensive.
I have probably a dozen cocktail dresses at home (sorority girl, remember?) so there might be some options there. But currently I’m not my standard size 6, so a lot of them may not fit :(
I found a few things from: ASOS, Nordstroms. Anyone have any other suggestions for places I should look?
Places I looked without any luck (either styles or prices or both): Ann Taylor, Ann Taylor Loft, Anthropologie, Banana Republic, Dillards, J Crew, Limited, Piperlime, Shopbop, Victoria’s Secret, White House Black Market