Yay Lee! Boo lack of superpowers...though don't they usually take a few days to kick in/be discovered? I mean, I'll bet she hasn't TRIED to fly yet. IJS.
I had an ER doctor carefully explain to me that the aspirin allergy I had listed on my intake form was not actually an allergy, it was a sensitivity (based on my described symptoms)
Yeah, I mean...I'm sensitive to percoset. I'm not allergic. If you give it to me, I will go full exorcist, and puke in your face. But you will not need to go get an epi-pen and keep me on life support. It'll just be mad unpleasant. For both of us.
I think the problem is those people with intolerances or allergies who aren't content with "No, Thanks" and moving right along, and instead want to tell you long and descriptive stories of their gastrointestinal distress when they eat food X and/or attempt to convert you to their wacky colonic irrigation/foods only beginning with T/foods without a soul/etc. scheme. Those people give food intolerances a bad name, and I judge them.
Edit: aside, did you know that multiple Greek philosophers did not eat beans, believing them to have a soul? I guess it was the farting, somehow.
I've had doctors and nurses go back and forth with me. Compazine gives me anxiety attacks. Am I allergic? Apparently not. Do they want to be told about it when I go in, especially since I have compazine every time? Sometimes. To me it only matters that they give me Benadryl first, because that makes me not rip out my tubes and run away. And Benadryl is in my regimen, so mostly I don't say anything other than to tell the nurse the order I prefer.
This last nurse was *so* (So) rocking that she even let me dictate where in the IV bag feed line she gave me the dilaudid. I don't know why she was so awesome, but thank you, lady.
I knew that was a thing with the Pythagoreans, though I've also heard that the bean ban was an allusion to politics, somehow.
and instead want to tell you long and descriptive stories of their gastrointestinal distress when they eat food X
I find that people who don't realize how much you DON'T want to hear about their GI issues in graphic detail over lunch tend to lack other social filters as well.
Beans, beans the magical fruit the more you eat the more you DESTROY THEIR SOULS!
Beans, beans the magical fruit the more you eat the more you DESTROY THEIR SOULS!
This is taking me to a Beangelus place.
Favas.
With a nice chianti and a census-takers liver.
