Girl with peanut allergy dies after kiss

[MorganGrayson]

Oh, I so don't want to play sometimes, but I generally end up doing it anyway. (This is turning out to be a much longer post than even I intended it to be, so feel free to skip over it.)

The fucking gimps have laws now, and yes, the fucking gimps develop coping skills. Such as announcing at top volume "OH. I'M SORRY. DOES MY BEING IN A FUCKING WHEELCHAIR ANNOY YOU? WANNA SWAP FOR THE DAY, ASSHOLE?"
Perhaps not the most socially correct coping skill I could have developed, but I'm fond of it. So is my husband. And so, I've discovered happily, are the passersby who froze in awkwardness until given permission by the gimp to make a scene and pass ugly looks and words toward the source of the discontent. (Nice people totally freak out. They want to express their anger but don't want to embarrass the gimp...until the gimp displays a refusal to be embarrassed. Then...we have a nice riot and all have a good time.)

I have an allergy to fragrances. One of my daughters very much wanted a fragrance called "Vanilla Fields" when it first came out. I bought it for her for Christmas. She came happily out with it on...and I had a seizure. Oops. She volunteered to throw it out, but I said no. (Fucking expensive, it was.) So, she put it on outside on the way to the car when her father drove her to school. By the time she came home again, the smell had worn off. She happily used up the bottle because we have coping skills.

A friend and I, who also has allergies, were out shopping together and we both had to be rescued from the cleaning supply aisle. She looked at me and said "are your eyes watering and is it hard to breathe?" I managed to nod. A nice sales clerk did the Lewis and Clark and got us out of there. (We *never* would have entered a candle store or a soap store, but this was rather a surprise.)

People with allergies develop coping skills. I won't ever go into a field of lily of the valley to pick boquets for a friend's aunt's tea part after my eyes swelled shut and I had to be rescued when I was 14.

I discovered a contact allergy to roses at my sister's wedding. Her thoughtful gift of a rose wrist corsage, to proudly mark me as "sister of the bride," made my hand swell up to twice its normal size, turn purple and lose all feeling. That one's really simple: don't wear rose wrist corsages. Nobody who knows me well enough to send me flowers would send me roses, anyway, except for the yellow ones my husband gives me, which don't bother me in the least in a vase.

My dumb ass husband (you'd really think a man that age would have KNOWN he was allergic to tetnus shots!!!) won't ever have another tetnus shot. He also won't be allowed to muck out the stable, should their ever be a stable in our future. He'll also never go anywhere near a rusty pipe without wearing gloves, which is what got him in the tetnus shot trouble decades ago.

And sadly, people with allergies as severe as this poor dead girl had, have to tell everyone in their life about it to prevent what happened to her from happening to them. Is it embarrassing to admit you can't eat/touch/do the simplest things that other people can do every day? Sure it is. Not as embarrassing as the multitude of creepy things your body does when you die, though.

I was once in the emergency room next to a woman who'd had an allergy attack at a restaurant. This woman was allergic to *everything.* Her husband was incredibly well informed, though. I listened to him list off her allergies to the doctor. I offered my kudos through the curtain to them both. Coping skills. And most likely a lawsuit for the restaurant, because the husband had asked for the entire ingredients list of what the lady had ordered before she ordered it, and nothing on her forbidden list was mentioned. So, she either encountered something new or the restaurant left something out. If you have to share a curtained cubicle in an emergency room, it's always nice to share with bright, funny people with great coping skills.

On natural selection: yes, we don't have as many people dying off as we used to due to the leaps forward in medical care. They live long lives, and they breed. In the past, they simply would have died.

Didn't a King of England die from a broken jaw in ages past?