Minnesotans can be pretty pompous sometimes

Having lived in ND for the past 7 years, moving back to Minnesota has been a nice relief. No offense, Fargo, but damn you can be cold. However, I feel OK saying that, as I have lived the life of a North Dakotan. What I don’t abide by is others looking down on North Dakota who haven’t walked that road.

Case in point, the rest of this blog.

I previously discussed our issues upon moving to MN with getting set for allergy shots for the wife. She’s been doing them for two years now. And as our prescription had been running out, she decided to see an allergist in the cities rather than have to make the trek to Fargo every now and then to check in.

You see, in North Dakota, you can have someone give you your weekly allergy shot at your leisure. No need to go in to the hospital every week to wait in one of those lovely hospital lines, taking time from work. I had to go through some training to give her the weekly shot, but it wasn’t incredibly hard. Two years later, she has seen some improvement.

You wouldn’t know it by speaking to the allergy specialists in the Twin Cities. Everyone who wife told our story would raise their eyebrows as soon as she said I was giving her shots. “Really?”

“Even cardiologists and anesthesiologists aren’t allowed to give allergy shots to their spouses,” one said.

They disparaged me giving the shot. They further talked trash about the method used in North Dakota of mixing the various allergens together into one syringe. “That dilutes it.”

This was the comment here and there throughout the two hours we spent there today as wife went through allergy tests. They put about 16 dots of junk on her back, and gave her about 18 shots of other junk to see what she would react to.

Turns out she only reacted to one thing, dog, and not too much to that. The other 18 or so allergens she reacted to two years ago were now nothing. She was good to go. No more shots.

I raised my hands in triumph. The doctor asked if she had taken any antihistimines in the last 48 hours, just in case. Nope. I so wanted to say “Guess our hillbilly North Dakotan ways done cured her skin itches.” But I’m not one to be a dick out loud, like they were.