I’m thankful that I don’t have any food allergies.
You know how they say you don’t know how much you use a muscle or body part until you strain it or exercise it in a way you’ve never done before? This is how I imagine what having a food allergy must be like. I wouldn’t want to think about what might be in my food and ask for specific things to be removed from my meal before I can eat it. I don’t want to have to check everything that I eat before I buy it or even step into a grocery store because my allergy is so acute.
I don’t want to have to give up eat something I enjoy eating because it might put me in the hospital.
Once I was in a writing class and one of my classmates brought in almond Hershey kisses for us as part of their presentation. One of my other classmates told them she couldn’t eat the Hershey kiss because her son was so allergic to nuts that he’d be able to smell it on her lips and activate his allergy. That would be tough for me to handle.
It didn’t seem like there were so many food allergies when I was a kid. Then again, they didn’t actually promote it to everybody if they did. But no one in my classes ever said not to bring in certain foods or refused anything because of a food allergy. Is it because of what we put into our foods or is it just a recently developed thing that occurred within our makeups? Or was it there all along and we never realized it until recently?
Whatever it is, I’m glad I’m not one of those people.