Category Archives: Provocation/Neutralization Treatment

The Cost of Environmental Illness

Environmental Illness is costly not only emotionally to the person suffering through it and their family but it is monetarily costly as well.  In the beginning of my illness I was sent to an allergy and immunology specialist by my ENT, Dr. Spitzer.  Our insurance paid for the office visit but did not cover the EPD (enzyme potentiated) treatments.  These treatments consisted of two injections given every two months at a cost of $150.00.  My insurance did not cover the special B Vitamins I needed.  And it didn’t cover the special flours and other items I needed to bake my own breads, cookies, and crackers.  I had been told to avoid wheat, oats, barley, corn, and fermented products like soy sauce, catsup, vinegar, etc.  I began making trips to a health food store an hour from home to buy rice flour, tapioca flour, potato starch, garbanzo bean flour, carob products, guar gum (a stabilizer to replace gluten not found in these flours), and special rings to make my hamburger buns.

Fast forward a bit and I need to take a nebulized antifungal.  My insurance would pay for the nebulizer  ($150) but not the compounded antifungal for the nebulizer ($1200.).  Fortunately, I was put into a a trial that allowed me to buy the antifungal for $300.00 I believe.

Before long I was being sent to Dallas for the first of what would be several trips. I had filed for workers’ compensation but who knew what the outcome would be and if these new expenses would be covered.  My first trip included the cost of airfare for both my husband and I from California to Dallas.  It cost us over $400 to rent a car at the airport for the week my husband would be there (we learned that it would have been cheaper to rent a car outside of the airport).  There was the expense of my husband making a second round trip by air to visit me when my stay was to be extended longer than we had planned.  The cost of my room was $1100 per month for a two-bedroom environmentally safe apartment if I shared it with a roommate.  My stay was nearly four months.  None of these expenses were covered by insurance.  I had to buy organic food and unusual foods for testing when I was rapidly losing foods that I normally ate.  A loaf of yeast-free bread made of water chestnut flour was $7.00.  A water chestnut flour bagel was $3.00.  My bottled water was over $1.00 per bottle. I had to have special shampoos and soaps as well.  Again these were not covered by insurance.  My treatments had to be paid up front and then submitted for reimbursement by my insurance.  Each item I did skin testing on cost me $23.  I can’t even begin to tell you how many items I tested just to find safe foods and that was before I tested molds, pollens, and other inhalants.  I was doing two IV therapies a week at $125 per IV.  I was doing daily sauna therapy that was $35 per session.  I was doing oxygen therapy.  I was going through numerous labs and tests that were also very expensive.  Weekly I would pull out a credit card one that still had room to charge on it), pay the weekly bill, then spend the weekend putting it all together to mail to my insurance.  They paid a percentage of those bills.

I returned home from Dallas with antigens that I needed to take daily (I rotated them using a four-day rotation) and these items were expensive as well.  After having a urine Tricothecene test, I learned that I was continually being made more ill by the mycotoxins on my clothing that had been contaminated from work.  I had  to give away my clothes and start over because the cross contamination of mold and mycotoxins would continue to make me ill.  My mother came over and bagged up all my things.  You can see pictures of this in my blog post, Environmental Illness – Not for the Faint of Heart.  I also purchased a sauna for $3,500.00 that was not covered by insurance but was needed to continue my detox regimen at home.

I bought only a few clothing items because I could not afford to replace my entire wardrobe.

Dr. Rea from the Environmental Health Center – Dallas issued a letter that included a rough estimate of costs that I would incur as a result of my mold exposure to be used in court.  I will include more from that list and other expenses during Part 2.

Critical Day 2: Shot Day

Food & Chemical Shots

Food & Chemical Shots

The welt closest to my elbow is food and the second is my chemical shot.


This is from my inhalant injection.

I am not feeling well so will post more tomorrow.

Catch-Up Mondays – I knew I was Sick But – revisited

This post was first shared here on November 2, 2012.  I don’t even think I have mentioned my entire diagnosis in my book.  My letter with the diagnosis would have been a good thing to have added. 

Someone asked me a short time ago to tell more about me.  Rather than go from the beginning I am going to talk about being sent to Dallas and getting my diagnosis.  I knew I was sick but had no idea how far-reaching the mold exposure had been in terms of my body.

I had been sick for about 2 1/2 years when I was finally sent to Dr. William Rea at the Environmental Health Center-Dallas through my ENT.  I arrived on a cold day in February 2002.   After meeting with Dr. Rea, doing lots of tests and being observed, a letter was written for me to submit to my doctors here and to my attorney for my workers’ compensation case.  Dr. Rea wrote an extended letter and I am going to try to give a synopsis of what he found wrong.

Toxic Encephalopathy secondary to mold, mold toxin and chemical exposure (when I was moved from the school with the mold to a new school being painted, etc. while we were trying to set it up for school to start)

Toxic Effects of Petrochemicals and Solvents

Toxic Effects of Mold and Mold Toxin

Immune Deregulation

Allergic Rhinitis

Food Sensitivity (only safe foods at the time were rabbit, venison, deer, elk, cranberries, acorn squash, eggs, raspberries)

Mold Sensitivity

Pollen Sensitivity

Chemical Sensitivity

Chronic Sinusitits

Chronic Fatigue


Autonomic Nervous System Dysfunction

Multi-organ system dysfunction

Neurotoxicity based on SPECT scan

Hyper metabolic and hyper reactive state

I couldn’t sleep, I was on a nebulized antifungal, I was on so many medications when I arrived.  I would sit and look at the television and it was as if the screen was narrowing and moving toward me (a very strange sensation), my depth perception was a mess.  I would be in the testing room, take a drink my from glass water bottle and then set it back down.  Bam, glass and water would be all over the floor.  I couldn’t gauge when the bottle was on the floor unless I slowly lowered it and listened for it to touch the ground before I released it.  My short-term memory was just that, short-term.  My husband made me walk from our condo to the center so that I would be able to find it because I would not have a car when he went home.  Every morning we would walk the four blocks and when we got to the parking lot I wouldn’t remember where I needed to enter the building and my husband would once again have to show me.  Once in the building when I would leave the testing or exam rooms to go to the sauna, I would invariably turn towards the exit.  I just couldn’t keep my directions straight.  So much goes on at the center.  There is doctor appointments, lab appointments, provocation/neutralization skin testing, sauna, IV’s.  I soon learned that my weekly appointment calendar was my only salvation.  Every Friday I would schedule all my appointments for the next week.  I lived by that appointment book.  It was the only way I could remember where I was supposed to be at any given time as long as I could remember how to get from point “A” to point “B”.

In fact when I returned home after a long stay in 2003 and moved into my “safe” home my memory was still a mess.  One day I got up and put a pot of beans on to cook in the kitchen and then went back into my bedroom.  I still had no furniture in the kitchen or living room.  I pretty much lived in my bedroom with my army cot and blankets, my CD player and my television.  One afternoon my smoke alarms started blaring (all four of them from the entrance to each bedroom).  I began to panic!  MY HOUSE WAS ON FIRE!  Was there a wiring issue?  What was going on?  What would I do if my house burned down?  Where would I go?  I began walking through the house looking for any signs of trouble.  Then as I walked towards the kitchen it dawned on me that I had beans on the stove.  The beans had boiled dry and stuck to the bottom of the pan.  Since that time I have to set a timer whenever I put something on the stove.  The caveat to that is that I have to be within ear range of the timer.  I have turned the timer on and went outdoors only to see smoke coming out of my kitchen vent.

My autonomic nervous system was a mess too.  I would go to bed and the slightest movement (me rolling over or me just moving in the bed) would send me into horrible state.  Imagine being at the top of one of those rides at an amusement park where you are raised to the top and then dropped.  That is what it felt like to me.  And this would happen over and over again all night long.  If I tried to get up and go to the bathroom the mere act of lying back down would set it off.  This went on for months and months.  I haven’t had a severe reaction like that in a very long time.  I still get that sensation occasionally but thankfully it is not my nightly companion.

My life has been turned upside down and inside out.  I say I live in the Twilight Zone or Bizarro Land.  I make the most of what I can do and have to accept my limitations and my losses.  The depression was eating me alive from the inside out and I had to make a decision.  Either I let the depression and loneliness and sadness take over my life or I had to learn to change the way I perceived this invisible illness.  I have chosen to try to change my perspective.  I try to stay positive, I try not to feel envious of what others can or are doing, I try to be grateful for what I have and not dwell on what I don’t have.  When friends tell me they are going on a cruise, or going to another country or on some long weekend, jealousy starts to set in and depression rears its ugly head.  Sometimes it is hard to hear the stories from their trips when they return.  I had been home from Dallas for about a year when my husband had the opportunity to go to England as a chaperone with his high school.  Oh how I was envious.  I wanted him to go, but I didn’t want him to go.  I didn’t want to participate in the plans, didn’t want to hear where he was going, didn’t want to think about being here alone at home with him far away having fun.  Once he was gone I decided that this allowed me the freedom to watch whatever movie I wanted to watch or watch movies all day.  I could sit in my bed and read all day if I wanted to.  I ate when I wanted to.  I got in my car and drove around just for the sake of driving around.  I was good until he came home with pictures from the trip.  Sadness welled up inside of me as he told me where he had gone and explained what he had seen.  I wanted to just bolt.  I didn’t want to hear the stories, didn’t want to see the pictures, didn’t want to feel the sadness.  Finally I realized I wasn’t being fair to him.  He was excited about this amazing journey and what he had seen and done.  I listened and I looked and I put on my brave face.  I have to say, however, that I haven’t looked at those pictures since and hate it when we are watching a movie and he tells me that he has been to that fountain or that museum.  I may be getting stronger every day but the realization that I probably will never make that kind of trip is hard but I am becoming more okay with it as time goes by.

List of my allergies/sensitivities

Awhile back in a post titled, Identification Please, I talked about my medic alert bracelet and what my inscription says. This is a list of what medic alert has on file for me “in case of an emergency”.  A few months back, my doctor’s PA asked if a certain medication was okay for me.  I couldn’t remember if it had been a problem before because my list is long.  Years ago, when I was constantly being given something for all my maladies, I knew all that I was allergic/sensitive to without blinking my eyes.  Time has passed and the list is less easily remembered.  So, I just had him call medic alert and they immediately faxed him  this list.



Armour Thyroid


Amphotericin B





Benadryl (all antihistamines)

Benzalkonium Chloride







Dextrose (corn allergy)







Isopropyl Alcohol









Primaxin (this caused the episode that almost killed me)




Sulfites & Sulfa

Synthroid (lost due to an overdose – the pharmacy gave me the wrong dose and I took it for over a week – over time, I have been able to take this again)












Gapabentin (Comp only) – can’t even take that any more


Estradiol (Compounded only)

Progesterone (Comp only)







Cigarette Smoke




Ladies/Men’s Cologne

Orris Root

Phenol (Plastics, etc)

Unleaded Gas/Diesel

Fireplace Smoke

Zephiran (benzalkonium name brand)

Methylmercaptan (in rubber & gas)


FOODS NOT ALLERGIC TO – After looking at this list and then the  list of foods I was allergic to in the beginning you can see what I gave up and how hard it was to eat.  It took about two to three months on the provocation/neutralization treatments to slowly get some foods back as long as I took the shots every four days.  Slowly with this treatment and then later LDA, I gained foods that I never thought I would eat again.



Acorn Squash





Orange Roughy

Crab (sulfite free)


Canola Oil

Safflower Oil

Sea Salt

FOODS ALLERGIC TO – after taking injections from the Environmental Health Center and now my LDA treatments – I have gained many foods back.  I was so sick and my body was fighting so hard that it literally thought everything was the enemy.  I lived in a hyper-reactive state for so long.  My body still lives in this state but it reacts less violently to some things than in the beginning. Foods that I can now eat  as long as I don’t abuse them or foods that I can eat after the two weeks following my LDA are  shown in red below.  




Apples – organic only



Baker’s Yeast



Beets/Beet Sugar

Black Beans


Black Eyed Peas


Brewer’s Yeast


Brussel Sprouts








Cheese (molds)



Chocolate (can have mold)


Coconut (no sulfites)

Concentrated Juices (mold)

CORN (ANAPHYLACTIC) – this was an amazing recovery.






Garbanzo Bean



Green Bean

Green Bell Pepper

Green Peas



Kidney Bean




Lotus Flour

Maple Sugar/Syrup

Melon (all)


Milo Flour

Navy Bean



Oat – steel-cut only

Ocean Perch









Pinto Bean







Red Snapper



Sesame Seed




Spaghetti Squash




Sugar (cane)


Sweet Potato

Swiss Chard




Tea (Black – mold)

Tea (Green)








Yellow Squash



Olive/Olive Oil


Grape/Grapeseed Oil Cod



All Molds

All Chemicals


Dust Mites

Fabrics (Cotton, etc)

Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine’s Day

Today is Valentine’s Day.  Are we going anywhere special?  Are we eating any special dinner?  Today is Day 1 of the three critical days surrounding my LDA (low dose antigen therapy).  I am in isolation for the next three days and will continue to stay so for a few more days to make sure I don’t get any exposures.  What am I having for dinner?  LAMB STEW.  The same lamb stew I will have had for lunch.  The same lamb stew I will have for lunch and dinner tomorrow and the next day.  The only change is when I have a ground lamb patty with potatoes cooked in rendered lamb fat for breakfast.  See my LDA Day 1 from ????

Over the years as I have become sicker, less tolerant of chemicals and indoor enviroments and more allergic to foods,  Valentine’s Day has been celebrated less.  As I was thinking about today’s post I remembered a few Valentine’s Days that were anything but romantic.  I am including a few excerpts from my book.


Valentine’s Day 2001 was anything but romantic. I had been on the IV for a few days and the antifungal drug and oral antibiotic for close to a week. I had gone to work as usual. Rick and I had made no definite plans on how we would spend the evening because I had been sos tired, and we were not sure if I would feel up to anything at the end of the day. Shortly around noon, my throat began to feel restricted. I tried to wait it out. Finally I phoned Dr. D. He suggested that I go to the emergency room. I drove myself to the hospital, which, I realize now, was probablly not the smartest thing to do…..I was released and went home around 2:00 a.m. on Thursday.


Valentine’s Day  was very hard for me. I celebrated without my valentine.  I was in Dallas, and Rick was home in California.  I couldn’t even walk across the alley to the store and buy him a card.  I always bought special things for him, Sarah, and Laura.  I realized that they were just “things” but it was something I looked forward to doing.

The pain in my left eye and sinus area was becoming worse.  I was so hungry from fasting.  “Normal” people were going out to dinner to celebrate and eating fancy desserts and chocolates, and all I had was getting was a lousy glass of water…


On February 11, 2004 (a few days before Valentine’s Day) I wrote in my journal, “I hat this aspect of my life.  It causes paranoia.  I am so afraid of reinfecting myself that I wonder:  even if the allergies get more manageable, will I be able to go out anyway…… and a few days after Valentines Day I was preparing for a much dreaded defense medical appointment


I received notice late in December that my trial would begin soon.  The first session was scheduled for February 7, 2006 (exactly a week before Valentine’s Day).

Ground Hog’s Day

I know that I am a little early for celebrating Ground Hog’s Day but I had a repeating dream last night. I was not in a deep sleep because after the dream repeated itself I realized that I was aware of the dream and could think about it.  I began thinking about the dream and trying to analyze it.   I immediately thought of the movie Ground Hog’s Day because the dream would repeat itself over and over as if it were a recorded loop. After a while I decided that I had to get up and write things down if I was ever going to release myself from the grip of this dream and actually sleep. At 2:30 this morning I got up. I grabbed something to eat, made something warm to drink and sat in bed with my steno pad.

It was the kind of dream where you wake up and wonder where you are. How did you get there? What happened to the time that you are missing in your mind? I often find myself wondering where the time went. One day I am a forty-four year old woman and the next I am fifty-eight years old. I spent so much time and energy fighting constant illnesses and infections, battling allergies and sensitivities, going through surgeries, living in isolation, fighting for validation in court, and fighting for my life, that it is hard to grasp where the time went. It is as if I went to sleep young and healthy and woke up old, sick and gray. There are no major events or excursions that one might have to mark the passage of over ten years. Yes, my daughters graduated from college, one got married and grandchildren were born. Yes, I had birthdays and anniversaries but these birthdays and anniversaries weren’t really celebrated in a way that would leave a positive impression.  There were no big parties to celebrate a milestone birthday or anniversary.  I didn’t go on any big trips across country or to Europe.

This dream may have been precipitated by a book I am reading, Before I Go to Sleep: A novel. In this book the main character has had an injury that allows her to retain memory as long as she is awake but once she goes to sleep those memories are gone and she wakes to find herself in a strange place and in a body that is older than she remembers.  I can sympathize with the character in this novel.  There are days when I look in the mirror and wonder who the person looking back at me is.

The loss of time topic, so to speak, is a conversation I have had with others who suffer from Multiple Chemical Sensitivity and other Invisible and Chronic Illnesses.  We all share the same sense of loss of time.  When asked how old I am, I have to think because it is hard to fathom that time went on without me fully participating in a “normal” life.

I don’t sit and bemoan this any more, but I did.  It used to fill a lot of my waking hours.  There are times as in last night’s dream that these questions haunt me.  I realize that things happened during that time.  I lived through it but there are a lot of painful and scary moments during that time that may act as a sort of amnesia and thereby leaving me with a sense of time lost.

With any luck after sitting up this morning writing in my steno pad and typing it here, that sense of loss will be gone and the woman in the mirror will feel more familiar and less a stranger.

Intentional Healing: Free Giveaway

Hello to all my followers.  As many of you know I am in the process of publishing my book.  The cover is turning out to be the most difficult part of the process.  The holidays are here and I had hoped to be able to offer a copy of my book.

My very dear friend and author, Jennie Sherwin, has recently published her book, “Intentional Healing:  One Woman’s Path to Higher Consciousness and Freedom from Environmental and Other Chronic Illnesses”.  I have talked about Jennie and her book on this blog before and have included a link to her website.  Jennie’s book is about her amazing journey with chronic and environmental illness.  She is a true survivor and an inspiration to all.

Here are the rules:

1)  The giveaway starts now and will end at midnight PST on Tuesday, December 18, 2012.

2) To enter the giveaway, you must leave a comment on this post with the words ENTER ME and have a valid email address that will show up on the admin side of this blog.

3) Book will be mailed in the United States only.

4) A winner will be chosen and contacted for a mailing address.  I will forward this to Jennie and she will send an autographed book to you.

5) That’s it.  You are not required to answer any questions, you don’t have to sign up to follow me on this blog or write a jingle.  I think you will love this book which is available through

Mold Testing Sheet

On July 26th I posted on Provocation/Neutralization testing and treatments.  I mentioned that I would post a copy of a mold testing sheet because I didn’t have my original testing sheets for corn.  I am posting my testing sheet for MM3 (Mold Mix 3) done while I was the Environmental Health Center-Dallas.  The test took from 9:15 a.m. to 11:00 a.m.  We finally settled on a dilution of .20/14.  This means that I was somewhere between a dilution of 13 and 14.  If you remember my explanation before, a .05/1 is the strongest dilution and is incrementally diluted by 5.  The example I used in that post is: For instance if .05/1 (.05 of the strongest dilution) of corn caused me to become hoarse, itch, cough,or the wheal grew larger during the ten minute interval, I was considered allergic or sensitive to that.  I would then be given .05/2 (five times weaker) to see if I had a reaction or if the wheal grew.  For me the corn treatment was carried out to .05/6 showing a very sensitive or allergic reaction to corn.  The higher the number the less likely I would ever eat corn again.  I did, however, treat with the corn neutralizing dose to protect me from accidental exposures to corn.

You can see from the explanation of corn, how sensitive I was at .20/14 to Mold Mix 3.  I had the same or similar reactions to other mold and mycotoxin testing and all these tests took at least an hour or longer as I sat being given incrementally diluted injections and reacting.

Provocation/Neutralization Part 2

I returned home from Dallas on December 22, 2003.  By the spring of 2005 my neutralizing end points were giving me trouble requiring a return trip to re-test some things.  When I returned to Dallas in 2005 to once again re-test my neutralization end points , I had not realized how much more I had unmasked after spending over a year in my safe house.  My neutralizing dose numbers were getting higher (the antigen itself more diluted) showing a higher sensitivity.  How could that have been?  Dr. Rea felt that I was too sick in 2002 to show my true sensitivities because my immune system was in such a mess and in 2003 I had undergone two major surgeries once again messing with my immune response.

Not only were my neutralizing end points changing but  I was having a more and more difficult time in the testing room.  My mold sensitivities were especially heightened.  There were new patients who either did not yet know that a mold exposure might be their problem or they hadn’t yet been told to get rid of their things.    If they walked by me or sat down next to me, my body would go into reaction.  In my book I write:

Monday morning I spoke with Dr. Rea about it. He said that my body had become very sensitive, and that I would have to be careful until I went home. The reactions became more and more frequent. I could be sitting in the testing room in the middle of a test and a patient would walk by me in the room and I would go into tremors. Once the tremors started, I would have to be given histamine and stop testing. Sometimes I could resume testing later in the day and sometimes I would have to give up for the day.

How was I going to get home if I could not test? Dr. Rea suggested that I try testing in the “box” for a day and see how I did. The box was a glass-enclosed room attached to the testing room. The tester could come in and inject me with my antigen and then go back in the other room and continue testing. He was able to see me if I was having difficulty, or I could just wave and patients would see my distress signal and send the tester into the box with me. Tuesday morning I made sure I had a bagel and my book. I was going to hole myself up in the box for the entire day. I would not leave to have lunch in the hallway with the others. If I did and had a reaction, I wouldn’t be able to test in the afternoon. By the end of the day, I had tested four things. I was making progress but realized it was going to take a long time because my body was so sensitive that it took a long time (sometimes an hour or more) to get a single end point finished.

I phoned Rick that night and told him how well I had done. Then I had to break the bad news to him. It would cost $50 a day to reserve the “box.” Finally, we agreed that we did not really have much of a choice. Either I paid the $50 or I risked a reaction and never getting my testing done. Also, the more I had these tremor-like seizures and reactions, the weaker my body would be and the more difficult testing would be.

Testing in the box was lonely! I was totally isolated from everyone except my tester and Dr. Rea from the time I arrived at 9:00 a.m. until I left around 4:30 p.m. I was in a fishbowl. I could watch the others in the testing room through the large window and see them laughing and carrying on conversations but I could not hear them. This made me feel incredibly sad. Outside of the center I kept myself safe. Liz was the only one I allowed into my place (or in the “box” with me). I also did not go to dinner with the group on Saturday if new patients were going. I continued to hand wash my clothes daily. I avoided anything that would possibly cause me to have a reaction. With all of these precautions, life was lonelier but testing was made easier.

My original three-week timeframe was extending itself weekly.


This is a hard thing to describe.  I first heard of provocation/neutralization when I went to the Environmental Health Center-Dallas in 2002.  I was told that I needed to test for allergies and sensitivities.  I was told that before I could test molds, pollens or chemicals I had to be tested on foods and have enough safe foods to eat so that I would be strong enough to test the others.

In provocation/neutralization treatment, .05 cc of an antigen is placed under the skin to form a wheal.  The intention is to see at what dilution a reaction or symptoms appear.  Then .05 cc of incrementally weaker dilutions are placed under the skin in ten minute intervals to find the dilution that shuts off the reaction.  The antigen dilution that shuts off the reaction is considered the neutralizing dose.  The neutralizing dose when given every four days helps the body when exposed to that particular antigen.

For instance if .05/1 (.05 of the strongest dilution) of corn caused me to become hoarse, itch, cough,or the wheal grew larger during the ten minute interval, I was considered allergic or sensitive to that.  I would then be given .05/2 (five times weaker) to see if I had a reaction or if the wheal grew.  For me the corn treatment was carried out to .05/6 showing a very sensitive or allergic reaction to corn.  The higher the number the less likely I would ever eat corn again.  I did, however, treat with the corn neutralizing dose to protect me from accidental exposures to corn.

I wrote in my book about testing:

My tester wanted to test me on the main food allergens first. Based on my previous RAST tests, I knew that I was allergic to some of those items and did not want to test them because I already knew I was sensitive to them. I made the mistake one afternoon of allowing them to test me for corn. I had shown a positive reaction to corn on a RAST test done two years earlier by Dr. Spitzer and had been avoiding it ever since. Reluctantly, I agreed to the test.

What a big mistake! I had an anaphylactic reaction. At first my throat felt a little tight. Then my writing got larger and more out of control. Finally, I could not speak and was losing my vision. I could not open my eyes. The head nurse was called in because I was in such bad shape. She kept trying to get me to open my eyes. I shook my head that I could not. They started me on oxygen. A gurney was wheeled into the room and they placed me on it.

My testing would sometimes take over an hour as we attempted to find a neutralizing end point.  Many of us began joking about all the marks on our arms and started referring to them as  “hierogylphics” because each tester had his or her own way of marking.  The less sensitive patients would have a line of marks straight up and down their arm (if you didn’t react to an antigen the tester would move up a bit on your arm and start another antigen).  I, on the other hand, had “hieroglyphics”  that wrapped all around my arm as we attempted to find the correct dose.  I don’t have my corn testing sheet but I do have some for the molds.  I may copy one and place it tomorrow.