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vr_trakowskiI had a TB test today. (Why is a long story I will get to later; nothing bad.) I have been lightly punctured with a scarily long but thin needle, and been dotted with ink, and issued with instructions. I go back on Friday so they can look at it.
The last time I had a test, which was at least several years ago, I think it was still the four-pronger, not a single needle. As I recall, I also had a standard reaction to it--i.e., negative. But when I was little, I used to baffle the doctors because my arm would not react at all. I remember them demanding somewhat angrily whether I had the arms mixed up, but I could always show that there were absolutely no marks on the other arm either--no puffs, no dots, nothing. Poof.
I don't know why this happened. When I was two, I was treated for tuberculosis, though I didn't actually have the disease; I don't know what made them treat me, but my mother says that by process of elimination they figured out that a babysitter must have been the transmitter, because they'd managed to find every other person I'd ever interacted with to any significant degree. Simpler, I suppose, when one has only two years to cover.
I remember getting chest X-rays, probably at about age six, though I don't remember the treatment at all. Is it possible that the latter so boosted my immune system that the test had no chance? I don't know. It will be interesting to see, however, just what my arm does over the next day or so.
The last time I had a test, which was at least several years ago, I think it was still the four-pronger, not a single needle. As I recall, I also had a standard reaction to it--i.e., negative. But when I was little, I used to baffle the doctors because my arm would not react at all. I remember them demanding somewhat angrily whether I had the arms mixed up, but I could always show that there were absolutely no marks on the other arm either--no puffs, no dots, nothing. Poof.
I don't know why this happened. When I was two, I was treated for tuberculosis, though I didn't actually have the disease; I don't know what made them treat me, but my mother says that by process of elimination they figured out that a babysitter must have been the transmitter, because they'd managed to find every other person I'd ever interacted with to any significant degree. Simpler, I suppose, when one has only two years to cover.
I remember getting chest X-rays, probably at about age six, though I don't remember the treatment at all. Is it possible that the latter so boosted my immune system that the test had no chance? I don't know. It will be interesting to see, however, just what my arm does over the next day or so.
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