I know you’re meant to post flattering pictures of yourself online because SEX or to prove your SLR prowess but whatever this is my current state and there’s nothing I can do about it other than write and complain and wait for the English doctor to call and tell me that I’m to buck up and wait for it to pass. So what’s wrong you ask, well once again I’ve been fucked by my neurotic immune system, a classic case of allergies, or what I like to call Princess and the pea syndrome. For those of you lucky enough to live your lives without ever having to wonder whether that food, soap, dust, mite, dander, feather, cat, dog, plastic, ingredient will cause you to die, itch, scratch, sneeze, cry, swell, redden, sleep I say god bless, but I envy your good luck and I hope you appreciate your physical superiority to the fullest extent. The life of an allergy sufferer is one of compromise and constant irritation. Plan all you want allergies will always get the best of you. One day you’re wearing flip flops, the next day you realize you’re allergic to latex. Antiperspirants giving you a rash on your leg? At least it only took you a week to figure it out, not like the sunscreen fiasco of 2005. There literally hasn’t been a time in my life when allergies haven’t affected me (fun fact: my wrists were bleeding the day I was born from in-womb scratching.) Look, I realize it doesn’t sound like a big deal or it sounds first world, whiny, negligible, and on some level you’re right, but then it’s sort of like sleeping on a bed that’s a little too small: you can make it work, but it’ll take its toll over time and you’ll be in a shitty mood because of it.  Having lived my life this way, I can only assume what the others experience, and I often dream of waking up one day with skin that doesn’t react to the slightest thing or getting my hands on a new pair of hands, but mostly when things get bad I troll the boards where other ‘Gists write about their symptoms and others give advice. While most of it is crap, I feel comforted that I’m not the only one who has to avoid getting her hands wet because it’ll just make the eczema so much worse. For now though, i’ll just sit tight and wait for the doctor to call my name and let me know what new medicine I need to get over my latest battle with the fucking pea. 

I know you’re meant to post flattering pictures of yourself online because SEX or to prove your SLR prowess but whatever this is my current state and there’s nothing I can do about it other than write and complain and wait for the English doctor to call and tell me that I’m to buck up and wait for it to pass.

So what’s wrong you ask, well once again I’ve been fucked by my neurotic immune system, a classic case of allergies, or what I like to call Princess and the pea syndrome.

For those of you lucky enough to live your lives without ever having to wonder whether that food, soap, dust, mite, dander, feather, cat, dog, plastic, ingredient will cause you to die, itch, scratch, sneeze, cry, swell, redden, sleep I say god bless, but I envy your good luck and I hope you appreciate your physical superiority to the fullest extent. The life of an allergy sufferer is one of compromise and constant irritation. Plan all you want allergies will always get the best of you. One day you’re wearing flip flops, the next day you realize you’re allergic to latex. Antiperspirants giving you a rash on your leg? At least it only took you a week to figure it out, not like the sunscreen fiasco of 2005. There literally hasn’t been a time in my life when allergies haven’t affected me (fun fact: my wrists were bleeding the day I was born from in-womb scratching.) Look, I realize it doesn’t sound like a big deal or it sounds first world, whiny, negligible, and on some level you’re right, but then it’s sort of like sleeping on a bed that’s a little too small: you can make it work, but it’ll take its toll over time and you’ll be in a shitty mood because of it. 

Having lived my life this way, I can only assume what the others experience, and I often dream of waking up one day with skin that doesn’t react to the slightest thing or getting my hands on a new pair of hands, but mostly when things get bad I troll the boards where other ‘Gists write about their symptoms and others give advice. While most of it is crap, I feel comforted that I’m not the only one who has to avoid getting her hands wet because it’ll just make the eczema so much worse. For now though, i’ll just sit tight and wait for the doctor to call my name and let me know what new medicine I need to get over my latest battle with the fucking pea.