In the words of the immortal Alfred E. Neuman, “What? Me Worry?” That’s my feeling when it comes to allergies, mainly because to my knowledge, I don’t have any (except perhaps, to housework). I’d like to think I’m allergic to trouble, but my life is one giant example after another of why that isn’t the case. Damn! I would have had so many fewer mornings standing in the corner growing up if it had been true, but no such luck.
Hubby says he has an allergy to black pepper. And honestly, you wouldn’t want to be around him if his food is topped with pepper. When we first married I didn’t believe anyone could be allergic to pepper. I mean really, how did one eat biscuits and gravy without a liberal dose of pepper? But after many attempts to sneak pepper into food (including white pepper added to milk gravy), I finally had to admit that yup, there is such a thing as a pepper allergy.
I do feel for those who do have allergies, especially when they are life threatening. We had a friend years ago who was allergic to shellfish and we lived about 40 minutes from a medical facility. And I know kids who suffer from peanut allergies who need immediate attention if they so much as inhale a whiff of peanuts. So I don’t mean to make light of allergies. I do know that they’re serious. And I’m grateful that I don’t have to worry about them.
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Dee
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