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It appears I am allergic to cuttlebone.

Dr Cheryl figured it out. She's so smart.

I had gotten Progo a cuttlebone, like you give to parrots, because I read online it's a good source of calcium (and will also help keep his beak in good shape.)

I always wash my hands after handling turtle-related things, of course, and so I hadn't thought anything of it and I was lying on the futon doing the diagramless and half-watching Jeeves and Wooster with Gina. When I sat up, I realized that my throat hurt. Not just hurt, but felt like I'd swallowed ground glass, and felt decidedly swollen. And my palms itched like crazy. I took a Benadryl and complained heartily to Gina, and she got very concerned, especially when I saw myself in the light and my face was red, my lips and nose puffy.

Gina was ready to take me to the emergency room, and we were about to leave when Cheryl got home. She has a lot of experience with severe allergic reactions and agreed with me that we should give the Benadryl a chance to work, since my tongue isn't swollen and I can breathe fine. So we're waiting now. I'm under close watch.

Anyway, Cheryl's the one who said, "Now cuttlebone is made from a fish, right?"

Duhhhh! A mollusk. And I'm allergic to shellfish. She is so smart. I am so not.

Labels: allergies, dumb tavie, pets

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