Me and my (medical) crew

I just got the news that I'm offically allergic to peanuts. Those words didn't mean all that much to me, but you should have seen Mom's and Dad's faces while Dr. Lee was explaining how "each exposure can get progressively worse" and "it can be life threatening." Then I thought I was going to have to prop them each up from falling over when he showed them how to use this thing called an Epi-Pen.

I have to admit this doesn't sound like a big ball of fun to me either. Apparently the way it works is that if I start to get all swollen and itchy again, they have to take this pen thing, stab me in the side of the leg, call 911 and I get to be escorted to the hospital again. Not my idea of a great time.

I guess I just have to steer clear of peanuts and peanut related stuff. So for any of you nice people out there thinking of making me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I hear somebody makes an equally tasty cashew butter...I'd go with that. It shouldn't be that hard to avoid peanuts, right? I mean I've done it for four years already. Mom was thinking the same thing, until she went to the pharmacy to order those little medicine daggers that she has to carry around now, and the really nice lady there kept telling her about how "peanuts are in EVERYTHING."

When we left Dr. Lee's office, he said he'll be sending me to see another kind of doctor, an "allergist," so they can take some tests and see if I'm allergic to other stuff. I'm a smart kid, tests don't scare me. I just hope they don't find out that I'm allergic to Mickey Mouse shaped chicken nuggets or the orange chicken from Panda Express!

The good news is that my teeth are 100% healthy. I went to the dentist today and after they took some special pictures inside my mouth and cleaned my teeth, they said I'm in good shape. I did such a great job at the dentist, in fact, that they let me pick a toy to take home AND I got TWO balloons!

Maybe I should have the dentist call the allergist to sweeten 'em up for me.