hello allergy
so, at the ripe old age of 39, I got my first allergic reaction.
in the middle of a dinner party, obviously.
there I was enjoying the civilized conversation and sparkling wits, when fruit salad was served. I'm not fond of fresh fruit , but it's hot these days and it looked wonderfully refreshing. I had only two spoonfuls.
The fruit gave me a prickly feeling as I ate it, but I thought perhaps Ricky had gone overboard with the lemon juice; it did taste delicious and I kept eating.
Two minutes later the tingly feeling in my mouth was stronger and my lips felt sore. One minute later I went to see myself in a mirror and I had a trout pout. Now I know what I will look like if I decide to silicone my lips. Five minutes later i was disfigured: my lips had grown to nearly twice the size and I couldn't close my mouth properly. Also, my throat felt tighter and I gasped for air a bit. I thought what I had just eaten and uhoh- there were kiwis in the fruit salad.
I have never been allergic to kiwis, in fact it's one of the only fruit I actually like; but my brother is severely allergic to it. The kind of must-be-rushed-to-hospital-for-a-shot anaphylactic shock. Allergies run in families; people from the same family are generally all allergic, though they can be allergic to different things. But I never got allergies, I have intolerances, which is different and has more subtle, accumulating effects. I never saw my body instantly rebel against something.
I phoned my brother, probably woke him up, told him about what I was having, he said that if it's the first time it will pass in a hour or so but the following times will suck more and more (he started ending up in hospital from the second time, in fact). I didn't want to have friends panicking for me so I went inside (the dinner was in the garden) and quietly sat alone until it'd pass, also because my lips were so swollen I had difficulty in talking without DROOLING, and enunseeading worsss was weally 'ifficut.
After 30 mins my throat opened properly again, after about one hour my lips started to be less grotesquely inflated ("such a pity, you were so sexy, such a blowjob mouth" said Spuci. "Spuci you're gay" i said. "The straights probably are thinking the same but they'd be terrified to tell you" he meowed).
I was supposed to stay there for the night and have a nice smalltown Saturday tomorrow, but I caught the occasion to go back to Milan with the first person who drove back to the city, because even now, 6 hours later, I feel dizzy and toxic, really like there is some toxin still in my bloodstream. (or perhaps I'm just bloody nervous because this is a new set of problems in life I REALLY don't want to have).
as a guy drove me back to Milan, we saw the ugliest car crash I've ever seen in Italy. Ever. somewhere near Lotto, with the wide, straight roads. A car was upside down, bent in the middle and so torn and tattered it looked like it was crocheted. Three ambulances bustled around and whoever was in that car is NOT alive for sure (in fact the paramedics weren't hurrying around too much, a sure sign that there is nothing left being in a hurry for).
Delighful Friday night.
So, off to the doc's on Monday to ask for new tests.
in the middle of a dinner party, obviously.
there I was enjoying the civilized conversation and sparkling wits, when fruit salad was served. I'm not fond of fresh fruit , but it's hot these days and it looked wonderfully refreshing. I had only two spoonfuls.
The fruit gave me a prickly feeling as I ate it, but I thought perhaps Ricky had gone overboard with the lemon juice; it did taste delicious and I kept eating.
Two minutes later the tingly feeling in my mouth was stronger and my lips felt sore. One minute later I went to see myself in a mirror and I had a trout pout. Now I know what I will look like if I decide to silicone my lips. Five minutes later i was disfigured: my lips had grown to nearly twice the size and I couldn't close my mouth properly. Also, my throat felt tighter and I gasped for air a bit. I thought what I had just eaten and uhoh- there were kiwis in the fruit salad.
I have never been allergic to kiwis, in fact it's one of the only fruit I actually like; but my brother is severely allergic to it. The kind of must-be-rushed-to-hospital-for-a-shot anaphylactic shock. Allergies run in families; people from the same family are generally all allergic, though they can be allergic to different things. But I never got allergies, I have intolerances, which is different and has more subtle, accumulating effects. I never saw my body instantly rebel against something.
I phoned my brother, probably woke him up, told him about what I was having, he said that if it's the first time it will pass in a hour or so but the following times will suck more and more (he started ending up in hospital from the second time, in fact). I didn't want to have friends panicking for me so I went inside (the dinner was in the garden) and quietly sat alone until it'd pass, also because my lips were so swollen I had difficulty in talking without DROOLING, and enunseeading worsss was weally 'ifficut.
After 30 mins my throat opened properly again, after about one hour my lips started to be less grotesquely inflated ("such a pity, you were so sexy, such a blowjob mouth" said Spuci. "Spuci you're gay" i said. "The straights probably are thinking the same but they'd be terrified to tell you" he meowed).
I was supposed to stay there for the night and have a nice smalltown Saturday tomorrow, but I caught the occasion to go back to Milan with the first person who drove back to the city, because even now, 6 hours later, I feel dizzy and toxic, really like there is some toxin still in my bloodstream. (or perhaps I'm just bloody nervous because this is a new set of problems in life I REALLY don't want to have).
as a guy drove me back to Milan, we saw the ugliest car crash I've ever seen in Italy. Ever. somewhere near Lotto, with the wide, straight roads. A car was upside down, bent in the middle and so torn and tattered it looked like it was crocheted. Three ambulances bustled around and whoever was in that car is NOT alive for sure (in fact the paramedics weren't hurrying around too much, a sure sign that there is nothing left being in a hurry for).
Delighful Friday night.
So, off to the doc's on Monday to ask for new tests.