A few months ago I had an appointment with my ENT doctor in Indianapolis. He wanted me to get allergy tested and sent in his allergist. I told her that I was only slightly stuffed up in Indiana; I had a tickle in my throat when I'm in Tulsa; a full-blown sinus blockage when in Houston. The Indy allergist stated that I was probably allergic to dust since Texas is so much dustier than Indiana. I corrected her, and told her that in Houston, where I travel to, it is quite tropical. Maybe even downright moldy. I determined that she didn't know what the hell she was talking about and I told her I would get allergy tested in Houston, where I show the most symptoms.
This past week I made the appointment to get allergy tested. A co-worker highly recommended a nearby allergy clinic and she just loved the doctor. The doctor was a bit confused as to why I, from Indiana, was getting tested in Houston. I told him I may be relocating there someday and would like to get a jump on any allergies. The doc asked about my background and it went something like this:
Doc: So what brought you to Indiana?
Me: Well, my folks were getting older and I moved back home to take care of them. We live on a farm on a gravel road. Mom died last summer and Dad is 92.
Doc: Does he live alone now?
Me: No, my sister lives there and we have 24/7 help there with him too. He just got accepted into hospice care.
Doc: Oh man. (Head down, facing the floor) My folks live by themselves in San Antonio. I'm their closest child, and that's three hours away. They live in a three level house and the level where their bedroom is doesn't have a bathroom. My Mom can't walk up steps. My Dad was in pretty good shape until a few months ago. He's had some sort of stroke or seizure. None of us are co-signed on any of their accounts and don't even know where he has all his money. I..I..I...sometimes I just wish they'd both get in a car wreck and just die.
Me: (looking off, not knowing what to say next)
Doc: Well. Back to your allergies.........
Wow. I should've asked the doc if we needed to go have a beer somewhere and talk. Good grief. This poor guy just needed a friend to listen, I'm thinking. Hope this doc doesn't look at my allergies and determine that I'm really messed up. He may just push me out in front of a city bus.
I have always had this recurring phenomenon with people. Complete strangers feel compelled to confess a deep dark secret to me. It's happened to me dozens of times over the years. It's a bit odd to say the least and makes for uncomfortable moments.
Epilog: My allergy testing all showed up negative. I think I'm just allergic to Houston.
Random strangers confess things to me every time I venture into public domain.
"I like church bells that sound like cartoon songs" confessed one very smelly old lady in line at the grocery.
"I had some grapes in my nose for two years" confessed the cashier at WalMars.
"I stole these panties" confessed the drunken man at the gas station.
I've stopped leaving the house.
Posted by: LeeAnn | April 06, 2010 at 08:00 AM
I think I'm just allergic to Houston.
Ya know. I've only been there twice but I'm for sure allergic too.
Your doc need to get a grip on his situation like you did.
take care buddy.
Posted by: cliff | April 06, 2010 at 09:24 AM
Thanks for the inspiring comments about Houston. It's not like we're moving there soon...oh wait...
Posted by: Brent | April 06, 2010 at 12:29 PM
good thing I am not sure I would want THAT doctor to work on me.
Posted by: Just a mom | April 06, 2010 at 12:55 PM
Um... wow! And here I was rather skeeved out when we lived at our other place and at a neighborhood party the ladies all were talking about how none of them actually slept with their husbands anymore. Freaky things people will say! I wanted to stick my fingers in my ears and say "la la la la la la la... I can't hear you!". But this is even more freaky! I might have actually jumped up and said "oh damn! I have an emergency appointment and I MUST leave right now... so sorry!".
However, I would certainly never go back to that doctor again... you may want a second opinion next time you're down there.
Or
Instead of airborne allergies, do you eat vastly different stuff down in Houston? If so, you might consider an elimination type diet to see if there's something you're eating that is causing the problem. It might even be a condiment type of food - so look at everything.
Posted by: Teresa | April 06, 2010 at 03:10 PM
Jerry
Just read your last two post. Had those test not came out negative I would have sure thought about getting a second opinion.
What you have done for your mom and dad is remarkable. You made a good and tough decision.
Your statement,” Most locals around here don't realize that they live a life that few in the world ever get to see” is really, really true.
Hang in there Jerry.
Ralph
Posted by: Ralph Campbell | April 06, 2010 at 03:13 PM
Perhaps people admit terrible secrets to strangers because they know it won't come back to bite them (usually).
But as others have said, at least you were willing and able to come back and aid your parents so they could be comfortably taken care of in their twilight years, which is all too often a hard and thankless job?
Houston? Not just the tropical climate or the mold, but what about all the refinerys and chemical plants? Houston doesn't exactly have the healthiest air in the world.
Posted by: diamond dave | April 06, 2010 at 06:50 PM
It's great, all you've done for your parents. I will miss your Indiana stories if you leave! And yes I think that doctor needed to talk to someone about his parents and he thought you'd understand.
Posted by: Christy | April 07, 2010 at 07:51 AM
Sounds like you two should have gone out for that beer! I think that and a nice talk with you would have made him feel better. I'm glad the allergies all came back negative.
I have had allergies this year worse than any in a long time. I haven't figured it out yet, but it's no fun.
I was wondering how your Dad was doing. You and your siblings have taken good care of your parents. Bless you all for that!
Posted by: Rachel | April 07, 2010 at 11:17 AM
The story made me smile....think I'll listen to my Dean Martin collection, which includes.."Houston, Houston, Houston..."
Posted by: Pat Houseworth | April 07, 2010 at 09:48 PM
I'd have probably tried to say something humorous like "Well, I'm sure they wished that about you a time or two. Amiright?"
~e
Posted by: Erikah | April 09, 2010 at 11:41 AM
Dood, send your doc to me; we'll too-walk. Been there, done that.
Posted by: Jim - PRS | April 13, 2010 at 04:22 PM
I think it's obvious. You'll allergic to the thought of leaving Indiana. Duh.
Posted by: Nora | April 13, 2010 at 07:33 PM
The pollen this spring has been phenomenal...I don't usually have troubles and I've been sneezing, too. It might get better, later on.
Parents getting older, no fun and heartbreaking.
Posted by: Nancy France | April 16, 2010 at 01:08 AM
You know, Jerry, I often felt compelled to tell you about my childhood trauma. You see it all started when I was six.....
LOL! I hope you will keep up your blog after you make the move to Houston. And I hope you resolve the allergy problem before that!
Posted by: Annette | April 17, 2010 at 06:46 PM