In my never-ending mild medical saga, I went to see an allergist today. I told her the whole long tale, then she did a skin test to see what I’m allergic too. Turns out it’s pretty much the same old stuff: cats, dogs, and dust. I’m not allergic to trees anymore, so that’s good.
She recommended an allergy med and prescribed a nasal mist (yuck!), but she didn’t have a clear explanation for my breathing problems. She agreed that the treachea surgery is a good idea and thought maybe some speech/vocal therapy would be good too. She said to check in with her in six months to see how the surfer affected things.
So off we go to surgery on Tuesday. I hope it works!!!