The Sniffles
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A couple of months ago, we became Best Friends with the only allergist in our small town. Actually, he’d probably call us HIS best friend first, since I think we single-handedly financed his in-ground pool he just had installed at his home. Our younger son, now three and a half, was once again going down a road we do not like to travel: the never-ending Sniffle-Lane and the Ear Infection Highway. Multitudes of visits, tests (”pokes” on the back - not well-received), nose-swabs and bills later, we discovered that our little guy is allergic to absolutely - NOTHING. Not even dust (which I welcomed with open arms, realizing my possible days of tedius dusting were now, well, dust). Our son was (and is) the victim of Germs. He has a perpetual Cold. And the nice best-friend-doctor classified him with Vasomotor Rhinitis.










