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What it Feels like Living with Deadly Food Allergies
As soon as I put them in my mouth, my throat became itchy, and filled with little white bumps. I wasn’t able to breath, my body was covered in hives, and I kept vomiting. Then the last thing I remember is the ambulance taking me away to the emergency room. Then I blacked out. Anaphylactic shock took over my body. I thought I was going to die. The situation was similar to the first time I ate pistachios as well. Though my mom tells me my reaction was much worse to cashews.
An EpiPen is a injection that you stab into your upper thigh. It contains epinephrine, which narrows blood vessels and opens airways o help air get into the lungs. It gives me the opportunity to start breathing again. Within in 30 minutes after using this, I should be at the hospital and an ambulance should be called. Then when I arrive to the hospital, I get a cocktail of drugs, oxygen, and IV’s to fight the antigen inside of my body.
When I am surrounded by hay, the same thing happens to me as well. It is referred to as hay fever. I cannot breathe, I get hives, and have to change my clothes and shower to rid the hay particles touching my body but the hay will probably not kill me. As you can see, I am deathly allergic to cashews and pistachios, especially if they are not roasted nuts. I hear on the regular, “Oh, that sucks but they are so good.” I don’t care when they tell me that because eating them could causes me to die. When I eat them I don’t taste anything besides an itchiness in my throat. I can know immediately if something has pistachios or cashews in it the moment it touches my tongue. Eating foods I am allergic tastes only like death to me.
Interesting enough, since I became Muslim, there are a lot of Muslim desserts with pistachios in them, my in-laws have been very accommodating to that, but anytime I go to a social gathering where there are cashews or pistachios, I will not hug anyone or touch anyone’s hand when I am there. The reason I do this is because when I was in high school, one of my family member ate pistachios and touched my face, then I broke out into hives. (My awkward self does not like hugging people that much anyway, so this is a plus.)