Last year my daughter was misdiagnosed with Molloscum Contagiosum.
Then we went to a dermatologist who told us she was surely allergic to berries and citrus.
Then we went to an allergist who said no, actually, she was she was allergic to peanuts.
And then her rash cleared up when she stopped eating peanut butter. That was back in September.
A few weeks ago she started being all rashy, again, and because I’d had some success going wheat-free for some skin issues, we decided to take her off wheat as well to see if it helped. It seemed to help, though it wasn’t the solution.
So we went to the allergist, and he tested her for wheat and peanut allergies.
They called yesterday to tell us that she isn’t testing allergic to either of those, and I should certainly put her back on wheat, and if that goes okay, try peanuts again. Bonus: The allergist suggested we take her to see a dermatologist. Probably because that went SO well, last time.
So Chickadee had a bowl of pasta last night.
And woke up covered head to toe in rash this morning.
You know, because she’s not allergic.
THIS IS WHY I HATE DOCTORS. THE END.