As soon as I saw today’s prompt, I was like oh no. Here we go.
Do I even dare write about my horrendous allergies? The last time I was tested for anything, I nearly went into anaphylactic shock. You know it’s bad when a Cleveland Clinic allergy specialist tells you “No more allergy testing. It’s too dangerous”.
It was scary because 1. I take beta blockers for my heart, and epinephrine probably will not work if I need it, and 2. IF the epinephrine worked, it might give me a heart attack. My surgeon told me it’s too risky for me to have any kind of adrenaline. Not even for dental work. Which really sucks, because when I had a tooth pulled a few years ago, it took 9 shots of regular novocaine.
Being allergic is no laughing matter. I think it would probably be best for me to just see a nutritionist, give them a list of my allergies, and ask them to make up a diet for me. But since allergies are an autoimmune thing, I will most likely die allergic to everything. That’s the nature of allergies. Or at least that’s what a specialist from Toronto told me.
Suppose I limit myself to 10 foods, and only eat those 10 foods. I will become allergic to them.
Sometimes I wonder how much of a role allergies play in other disorders. Since the allergic response is inflammation, how much damage can inflammation cause to other organs, our bones, our nervous system, our arteries, etc.? I research a lot of crap on the internet. Too much for my own mental health. But this is one area I’m afraid to research.
Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss. It’s enough I need to mind my heart health. If I’m doomed to die from some other crap, I don’t want to know. Leave me alone and let me enjoy what little is left for me to enjoy. I can’t smoke. Drinking is bad for my liver because of the multiple cholesterol meds I’m on, and sitting is the new smoking. I’m fooked!
Meanwhile, I’ll do that weird psychological thing, and turn the entire situation into a joke. I’ll use it as an excuse. “I can’t leave the house. I’m allergic to air.” or “I’d LOVE to go walking with you, but I’m allergic to the sun.” or “Sorry, I can’t clean the house. The dust will put me in the hospital.” And finally “I can’t eat that. It’ll kill me.” Oh yeah, did I mention that most HEALTHY foods are the enemy? My throat will close if I eat the wrong good things.
I’m not really allergic to air. I’m just allergic to about 50 different trees, all grass, dust, all mold, cats, feathers, dust mites, ragweed, cottonwood, mustard plant, queen Ann’s lace, pig weed, roses, corn, wheat, soy, milk, eggs, legumes, banana, melon, cucumber, oranges, grapefruit, kiwi, asparagus, eggplant, peanuts, walnuts, sesame, adhesives, wool, and nylon.
Oops. I did the list anyways. I have the actual list from the hospital buried away in my file cabinet. There are about 50 other things I forgot.
Are plastic bubbles covered by insurance companies?