Tag: allergist
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A Trip to the Allergist…
Growing up in DC, I had allergies every spring. Every. Single. Spring. From just after my birthday until the middle of May, I would sneeze, sniffle, blow, and wheeze until I was miserably dragged to the Doctor for antibiotics (my sinuses always wound up infected) and a shake of the head (from both parties) and…
He Runs, I Cook 