The other day I ate a plate of fries at a restaurant. The staff swears they use peanut oil to fry everything. I am strongly allergic to peanuts. Nothing happened.
Aaron is allergic to "some kind of nut, [he doesn't] remember which one." Occasionally, he'll eat something and then exclaim to me, "Oh! My tongue is kind of swollen!" And yet I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO PANICS. OR CARES, EVEN.
Generally, peanut allergy (which is the most-fatal star o the nut allergy circuit) is cumulative, which means it gets worse every time. I draw two, possibly both spurious, conclusions from this:
a) it would behoove him to figure out which nut it is, in case he's increasing a cumulative nut allergy and
b) if it is peanut allergy, he's still at a pretty nonthreatening phase in it (i.e. I felt a little swollen and would barf upon peanut-eating for my whole childhood; it wasn't until I was 19 or so that my whole body started to swell up and turn red after the ingestion of "goobers".)
is benadryl, anyway. The last time I went to an emergency room they just gave me like four benadryl and I fell asleep like a floppy little histamine-free dish towel.
A good portion of the sinking "I've eaten a nut" feeling is the knowledge that I'm going to be unconscious or in a benedryl-induced fog for the next 12 hours.
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a) it would behoove him to figure out which nut it is, in case he's increasing a cumulative nut allergy and
b) if it is peanut allergy, he's still at a pretty nonthreatening phase in it (i.e. I felt a little swollen and would barf upon peanut-eating for my whole childhood; it wasn't until I was 19 or so that my whole body started to swell up and turn red after the ingestion of "goobers".)
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