Now isn't THAT interesting...
Aug. 24th, 2005 09:31 pmI've always been mildly allergic to cats. It was never severe enough to seek medical help, but I'm usually sniffling if I'm around cats for more than a couple hours. Just something to cope with, given that I actually -like- most cats I've met. The last few months, though, I've been trapped in what seemed like a perpetual sinus infection; hacking, drainage in my throat, constantly blowing my nose, the works. It cleared over in the wake of the surgery, and I attributed it to being shot full of antibiotics as prep for the operation. When I arrived here at C&K's place, filled with nine cats, the light sniffles hit within an hour. Still nothing big, and only a mild annoyance. That changed dramatically about an hour and a half ago, and has only now abated to the light sniffles again. It's not the cats I'm so damned allergic to.
It's the food.
Within ten minutes of cracking the first can of Friskies, I was back to coughing up gobs and watering eyes to the point I couldn't see. It set in just a few moments after I posted my last entry, and I was miserable for a full hour. And now it's gone again.
Thinking on it, I climbed down Megan's throat about leaving cat food crusted dishes in the sink the day before the surgery. She's been hosing them off and putting them straight into the dishwasher since. No residue for my sinuses to go apeshit on besides the aroma that disipates quickly. So there's been nothing to aggravate things back to the prior state. At least there wasn't, until I cracked two cans downstairs to feed the furry masses.
Feeding times will now be prefaced with a couple cigarettes to deaden the nerves a bit, then done quickly and back outside with me. I'll give that method a go tomorrow morning and seed what I get. Weird, no?
It's the food.
Within ten minutes of cracking the first can of Friskies, I was back to coughing up gobs and watering eyes to the point I couldn't see. It set in just a few moments after I posted my last entry, and I was miserable for a full hour. And now it's gone again.
Thinking on it, I climbed down Megan's throat about leaving cat food crusted dishes in the sink the day before the surgery. She's been hosing them off and putting them straight into the dishwasher since. No residue for my sinuses to go apeshit on besides the aroma that disipates quickly. So there's been nothing to aggravate things back to the prior state. At least there wasn't, until I cracked two cans downstairs to feed the furry masses.
Feeding times will now be prefaced with a couple cigarettes to deaden the nerves a bit, then done quickly and back outside with me. I'll give that method a go tomorrow morning and seed what I get. Weird, no?