Allergy Test

We covered the kitchen in suds.  It was my fault, really.  I forgot you can’t put dish soap in the dishwater, only the little pods, and I wanted to see the movie and remove the grease, so I let it go.  It was a good problem to have.  “We don't have to mop the floors tomorrow,” you said. 

I've been breaking out in hives.  Again.  This time I take myself to get an allergy test.  Twenty-something needles in the forearms.  I only react to crab.  Everyone says it’s stress, but everyone also thinks it could be something else.  My doctor gives me a fist bump and I cry on the way home.  Someone says, “Keep moving forward, just focus on the next thing in front of you.”