Prick

21 pricks, to be precise.

In desperate attempts to figure out why El Presidente is the puking machine that he is, he saw an allergist to determine if allergies in any way play a roll.

21 pricks on the back determining if he is allergic to 20 different things (the 21st prick is the "control" prick). The lovely wife and I had to hold him down while the nurse did the test.

Turns out he is not allergic to dogs, so Lucy and Ethel get to stay. Nor is he allergic to dust, so we get to stay in Four Square No. 266.

He is allergic to egg whites. Odd. We are exploring if they are used in any of his foods or medications. Otherwise, the egg white allergy is just a red herring.

By the way, the test wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be, in all honesty.

Though, I'm sure El Presidente would beg to differ.