I keep reading other people's web burblings and then not having time to write my own. So apologies as usual for lack of burble with which to fill *your* free time.
James, at last, had an allergy appt at St Georges. He was wonderfully calm and put up with an appointment that meandered around various procedures over about two hours. He had the infamous skin tests, ie: a bunch of different allergens present in distilled water, a tiny drip on the skin then a very tiny skin rip to see what happens.
Lovely James, sat there with his pinky, babysoft arm resting on the pillow with his hand curled, unconsciously relaxed, and the lovely paediatrician took sterile jabber after sterile jabber and inflicted these slight cuts, again and again. James didn't move his arm, fascinated, but he did say "Oh! each time in a slightly disgruntled voice.
10 minutes goes by, and a sea of swollen red bumps had appeared on one arm, and only a couple on the other. This basically means he's allergic to housedust and airborn stuff, unfortunately also cats (which doesn't appear to be a problem right now with Monkey, the excessively long haired dopey boy cat who James has recently become non-scared of and therefore strokes often). He's... and I say this nervously... he appears to no longer be allergic to milk!! Wow. Blood tests are backing this up however, so it's still business as usual with the goat's milluk. Here's a thing though. He is allergic to eggs. Uh? Fully cooked eggs appear to be ok, because of some change or other that happens to the proteins when they're cooked, but anything soft, he'll have a dodgy time with. It's never come up because despite McK's efforts James has steadfastly refused to touch any friend eggs that have offended his sight on Sunday morning fried breakfast plates along with equally disgusting mushrooms, black pudding, friend bread and ah.... oh yes. Bacon. Well. bacon's a different story isn't it. Bacon is a salt filled gastronomic wonderfood. Apparently.
So one blood test later, we troop off home, and I'm currently waiting to call the Doctors' surgery given that obviously they won't bother calling me when the blood test results letter arrives. At present we're slightly confused whether we're going back to hospital for any appointments (what the very cool lead paediatrician suggested or we just carry on through the Doc's. God only knows. It's all pretty straightforward now though, realistically.