I was done with allergies. By
'allergies' I mean the gamut of allergic diseases I had to live my
life around. Food allergies, hay fever, eczema, contact dermatitis,
oral allergy syndrome and cholinergic urticaria were words I never
wanted to speak about again. They represented trauma, pain and
suffering. They represented fear. I wanted to face the sun and forget
about the things I carefully tailored my life around to be healthy.
To be 'normal.' Or whatever my version of that might be. (Warning: Do not read the rest of the blog if you're eating lunch or easily squeamish.)
I wanted to enjoy the outdoors without thinking about the allergy index and whether it was safe or not. I wanted to be excited about social events involving food and actually eat something, for once. I wanted to feel the joy of communication without every interaction being tainted by my negative lens of obsessive allergy consciousness.
