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Posted on April 27th, 2007 by gail helen.
Categories: Personal, Omnia Vanitas.
As all my childhood friends know, I was a pretty sickly kid. Much of it was chalked off to the suffering of any person with allergies forced to cohabitate with 11 cats, a smoking mom, and airborne contaminants, in the plain states of pollen dominance. I was never really treated to a doctor’s appointment (phys kids rarely see “real” doctors as mom or pop can simply scribble a script based on their best guess of the symptoms you relate when they response to your page), but I always figured there wasn’t anything they could tell me in an office that I couldn’t figure out myself in the library (just imagine if we’d had WebMD back then!). But my sister isn’t following the family tradition in that regard. Every time my nephew gets sick, he sees a professional pediatrician. Thanks to her diligence, it looks like we will finally have an answer to why we’re all a bunch of Outbreak monkeys in this family. Little Fra Baby may have a hereditary immune disorder, which if shared by the rest of our family would explain the extreme allergies, psoriasis, early onset arthritis, etc. Of course, there’s nothing we can do about it, but I always like to know the why’s, even if there’s no “what now” . . .
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