things other people experience--cats, grass & tree pollen
things people look at me oddly for when i tell them--nutrasweet [the aspertame], lipton tea [yes only lipton, though i stay away from Sir Thomas items just to be safe]and curry [yes i know its a mixture of spices but really i have no interest in testing which one(s) i'm truly allergic to].
carrots (raw or cooked) and the scent of cut pine make me kinda queasy.
I AM A BAD PERSON, IT IS ESTABLISHED NOW, OKAY?
Ugh so much regret for my childhood.
Nickel too. You're reading the post of someone who was allergic to her original wedding ring.
The active ingredient in Astelin nasal decongestant. It's some sort of histamine-doohickey, I don't remember the specific details of what Hope (Dr. Hope at that!) told me.
This interesting little factoid was discovered the day before my wedding, when I took the stuff the night before to clear up my horribly congested head and woke up the next morning covered in hives. Serves me right for letting my mother talk me into taking one of her prescriptions.
Those of you who have heard the story before know what happened next - there was an emergency walk-in appointment with Mom's doctor and a ten minute conversation involving such phrases as "no really, it's NOT bridal nerves" and "ummm, actually, I don't have health insurance right now." The doctor pulled some strings and handed me enough sample packs of what I needed to both clear up the hives and take care of the chest inflammation she discovered I had. Added to the list of Virginia's maid of honor duties the next day, in addition to "hold the bride's bouquet during the ceremony", "give a toast at the reception", and "sew the bride back into her dress when a seam rips in the middle of the evening" was also "store the bride's drugs in your purse and hand them over when she starts getting red splotches all over her skin."
Annoying as all hell at the time? Absolutely. But it makes for a great story now.
Aside from that, did you know that the human body--which is so miraculous thanks to its wonderful, wonderful quirks--can imitate allergy symptoms without afflicting you with actual allergies?
'Cause that's what I have.
I can't remember the name of this malady, so I'm going to opt for "Fuck This."
As a sufferer of Fuck This, I sneeze constantly. When I'm not sneezing, my nose is congested and/or running. I have a cortisone-based nasal spray that does wonders, but of course it costs a skillion dollars because it's made out of unicorn tears or something.
Who has two thumbs and a Dristan addiction? This gaaaaaal!
Bonus trivia: The past generation has seen a huge surge in allergy sufferers in the developed world, and some researchers believe that has something to do with the fact that most of us generally don't suffer from worms anymore. Used to be we'd serve as a fleshy cargo ship for tapeworms at all times, and when we all decided we'd had enough of that shit (ha), our bodies reacted by turning our immune systems against us.
B I O L O G Y ! ! !
I get hayfever, which is an allergy to pollen, but that's about it. I am fairly lucky when it comes to things like that. Especially because I know people who can get deathly sick when they get any contact with a certain thing. I am extremely grateful that I don 't have to live with anything like that.
I was at Aberdeen over the weekend. It was to see 2 of my friends from school, and to celebrate their birthdays with them. We just had a party in the flat, and went shopping, and just really spent some girly time together. It was great, even the fact that I had to get MegaBus up was fine, because any transfers went through very smoothly. It was fun.
I think I am fairly lucky as far as friends go. Three of my closest friends, are girls I met at school. Which is scary considering next summer, marks 10 years since I left school. *shivers* It doesn't feel like that long, and it actually scares me that it has been. Especially considering they all have great jobs (nurse, lawyer and Primary School teacher), and I see myself working in a call centre part time cause I can get fuck all else. It isn't exactly where I envisioned my life being.
But I don't think anyone ever goes exactly where they want to be in life. There are always things that make you wish that things had happened differently. It's just life I guess.
Just great, don't you think so? *sarcastic tone*
Most strong smelling perfumes, colognes, and aerosol products such as hair spray and air fresheners. They make me cough, sneeze, and give me horrible sinus headaches. Even just walking past someone at work who has too much perfume on can set off an attack. It's just awful. Luckily, they normally don't last very long as long as I can get away from the offending smell fairly quickly.
I have since returned the 2 office hammies to the office after their weekend stay at my place but Robo hammie Coffee is still at my place and he is so skittish and refuse to let anyone handle him. In fact, he is so scared of human contact that he runs away as soon as you approach him. Ah I am not used to Robos cos I prefer winter whites which are easier to tame. Xiao Bai Cai the Pearl Winter White is so affectionate that he will come scrambling to the cage door when anyone approach <3 Though Xiaohei is more of the nonchalant type, unless it is hungry and you have food in hand. Or you can just warrant a nasty chomp down from it as well, I should know the best, cos I got bitten so many times and unfortunately, the bites will cause my fingers to swell cos I am allergic to them. URRGH.
So here he is, Coffee the very shy Robo hammie!
I have been told that i had an imaginary monkey when I was very small. I told my grandfather he had to change seats at breakfast once, because he was sitting on my monkey.
When I was 16-ish my best friend Juli and I shared an imaginary boyfriend named 'Adam'. We'd leave a seat in between us at the movie theatre for him. He actually saved Juli's life one night when she was driving very late and kept herself awake by talking to him.
It used to be just red ants but that part of my life has passed, thankfully.
At one point I even used to be allergic to the plastic chairs in my elementary school. It had a bad reaction with the skin on the back of my legs, so I wasn't allowed to wear skirts ever again. I grew to dislike them, anyways. XD
When I was 4-5 years old I had an imaginary friend named Marie (or maybe Maria) who was 16 years old, lived in an invisible tree house across the street from my house and wished that my mom would let her babysit.
When I was in 6th grade I imagined I was accompanied around school by the ghost of a boy who had died and been buried under the flagstone back steps of the school. His spirit was released when the flagstone at the top of the stairs froze and cracked in the winter of my 6th grade year and I was the only one who could see him. Eventually I event dreamed that the strange elevated, stone porch the stairs led to hid a small chamber where my ghostly boyfriend and I might rest.
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Haha, oh yes. Pretty much every celebrity that I had a crush on when I was little became one of my imaginary friends. I told regergasereht about them, and we came to collectively call them "The Guys". Some of the more prominent ones were Michael J. Fox and Marc Summers, and they weren't ordinary sized. We could shrink them down so they could fit into our backpacks and come to school with us and shit, and they were invisible, so no one else could see them. We used to make up stories about them, mostly to entertain ourselves on the schoolbus, and I very clearly remember one of them, Larry having a nervous breakdown. He was actually the only one that I/we didn't have a crush on at some point, and he only became one of The Guys because he replaced one of the others as host of a children's game show. We did not approve of this, and we liked to torture him by making up crazy stories as a result.
It occurs to me that these were the beginning of my days as a writer, because I still like to torture my characters. Good times :P
I had three. One was a germ named Germo, being a germ meant he was so small that no one could see him without a microscope (Germo had a friend named Germette, but she doesn't quite count becuase she was Germo's friend and not mine).
The other was an invisible brain named Brainy. He had little tiny brain feet and he could run and think at the same time.
I have quite a few actually.
I love the smell of rain, freshly cut grass, coffee beans, cinnamon, gasoline when you're at the station filling up.
I love the smell of my cat, he smells like my husband mostly but he also has a very distinct scent that's very much him and just makes me happy. Kind of like how people describe their babies heads and how they breathe them in. We don't have any kids yet so I guess he sort of fills that role. =)
I love the smell of the wind in the Autumn. I live in Ohio and there is a very unique smell when the wind blows through the trees in the Fall. I love the smell of American Cream conditioner from Lush, but not for the same reason as everyone else that loves it. I love the smell of everything I bake but I never seem to eat what I bake, I'm always sending them off to my husbands employees. I love the smell of duct tape, play dough, funnel cakes, and cotton candy (the actual stuff not the generic cotton candy smell that everything seems to have).
Oh I could go on forever I'm sure but I believe this is getting a bit long so I'll stop there. =)
I'm not necessarily afraid of dying so much as what comes after, if anything. I think it's the not knowing that gets to me. I like to know what's going to happen. This may sound a bit defeatest and odd but I'm also afraid to go to sleep most of the time for fear that I won't wake up. I realize that I'm only 26 but who knows when my time will be up. There are so many things I want to do in my life and I really don't want to leave that list incomplete.
As a child, I tried harder than ever to believe I had imaginary friends. I just couldn't. No one was my friend, not even imaginary, when I was young enough for it to be appropriate. I'm probably more capable of having an imaginary friend NOW than I was when I was a kid. Nothing was imaginary to me. Everything was real & it wasn't a nice reality either. I got picked on so much and my "friends" that were real people weren't even real, they made up lies and stories that were really funny, but in the end they were just lies, my parents fought and complained about eachother to me (actually just my mom mostly). I didn't even realize the psychological effect it had on me until....now?
People aren't really supposed to be that cynical and unimaginative when they're young. I was a really good artist though somehow. Well, really creative. I wrote stories. I guess that was my depiction of an imaginary friend. I made up imaginary characters. I read books. I found it all a couple of months back and was impressed with my younger self for being so intelligent for a 10 year old. Certain life circumstances haven't really helped at all in terms of personal growth & advancement, and I'm really hating it now that I'm in my early 20's and everything is so weird. I guess I can make up an imaginary friend now. I think god is like an imaginary friend, or an imaginary friend is like god, or something like that. I don't talk to it though and it's not as if anything is real. I don't see the point. Which is exactly why it's imaginary. I know it's not real, it's just there because I'm looney. I fucking meet people all the time now who believe in aliens and zombies. That's life taking a pretty big step backwards, isn't it?
Oh, hi old livejournal. Hi, old friends I once abandoned. Maybe you'll read this and get a kick out of it but you probably won't because no one bothers to listen to what I say anymore even if it's random, out-of-nowhere brilliance.
And apple blossoms were the royal court. And mushrooms envied the honeysuckle because they smelled so good and the mushrooms smelled like dirt. And acorns took off their caps to greet me, and if they didn't, then I tore them off anyway and threw them to the ground so the squirrels would eat them. It was all to keep order, you see. I didn't like weeds and briars in one particular place. I dug up daffodils and replanted them in a circle in my favorite spot so I could have my own throne room. Made a throne from an old stump. I used to read out there, except when it rained. Then I played in the creek and listened to the water sing.
Yeah, I didn't have imaginary friends. I had an entire realm of imaginary servants. I still smile when I see daffodils every year. They'll always be my favorite flowers.
Oh, and my dog Pepper used to talk to me. She used to beat me at cards.
I'm not quite sure how to explain this. As long as I remember, I never had imaginary friends. Growing up pretty much alone, sick, and isolated led me to begin talking with myself as if someone were with me. It got my grandmother concerned I was sent to counseling. It didn't make it go away, but I felt better knowing I had someone else to talk to.
It all stopped when I got into college. I may occasionally cuss at my self or say something to the TV, but it's usually provoked. As in. I do not talk to myself anymore. At least not now and not like I used to.
I'm not sure how I would describe my "imaginary friends" and imagination. I know that I had some type of imaginary "friendship" as a child and I know that, to a certain degree, I still kind of do. I have this tendency to live my life in a series of dreams and daydreams. I don't know if there were actual "imaginary friends" involved when I was a kid or if I just imagined doing wild and crazy things by myself.
Yes because I was a loser that no one wanted to talk too~;_; Mostly cause all I talked about was books and pokemon XD It's still that way today actually, except I have real friends and discuss the complicated issues brought up in Pokemon instead of how awesome Pikachu is~
But those imaginary friends turned into my characters for the amazing epic story I've been working on since like seventh grade? Once it's published it'll be the best book ever <33
My visions are grand~:D
I don't remember him at all, my mom said I was about 4 and his name was Frank and he could drive and apparently he was mostly trotted out when I wanted to go somewhere and Mom wouldn't take me and I would offer to let Frank drive. She wasn't concerned because he was always "standing right beside me". ... =)
I am, however, getting to experience the joy of having a toddler who has an imaginary friend. Teb's friend is Timmy the sheep. I only hear about him if I ask these days and it seems he mostly plays with him while at school. I think it's adorable and I love watching him at all sorts of imaginitive play. This weekend he drove his car around and randomly parked to go visit with his teachers at school.
My oldest son used to walk around the neighborhood looking for boys his age to play with. Most of the kids in the neighborhood were older and in school. One day he came home and told us about playing with his friend, Sean. After that, he went often and played with Sean. Many years later, we met Sean and his family!! WE were amazed and said "And all this time we thought Sean was imaginary!! and his sister responded "You mean there really IS a Joey!! We thought HE was imaginary!!"
I lived in Alaska till I was 6. The closest thing to a friend was the kid with a Nintendo who lived a mile up the dirt road. I was also an only child. I never really believed in god. I had no imaginary friends. None. I've been a realist since birth. Being in Alaska, you could say I was a "Lone Wolf". I wasn't really "raised" by wolves I had human parents (I think), but wolves were near by somewhere and I knew of them. Therefor since I was an only child and wolves were near me you could say I was raised by them due to geographical association.. Even though I had no real interaction with them. Moose though, I saw and feed a lot of them. They were actually really friendly creatures. Maybe I was raised by Moose. I am a lone Moose. Yeah, Lone Moose. Fear the Moose.
- Lone Wolf/Moose
The Raggedy Doctor.
*needs to stop watching Doctor Who*
Seriously though, many. That I sadly can't recall. Although I do seem to remember having an imaginary sister. My brother and I are the best of friends but...I guess I've always kind of wished for a sister too. (The funny thing is, I'm the only one in my immediate family that does not have a sister.)
Maybe...I mean, I'm a fiction writer, so maybe I still do. I pretended a lot, but I'm not sure I ever did it in TV-commercial fashion like "You're sitting in Lola's chair," Not least because I didn't grow up in a sitcom where parents are required to go along with that sort of stuff for weeks at a time(see also: monsters in the closet, under the bed) I had nightmares when I was a kid because we lived below a guy who had a motorcycle and sometimes did diagnostics on it by revving it indoors. Mom had to go make him stop.(she told me later)
Kids on TV also always have these elaborate bedtime-story rituals...maybe I aced myself out of that by learning to read so early?And here I didn't end up a super-genius, or anything. That doesn't seem fair. Any advantage/sense I got of being ahead for my age was totally cancelled by puberty or before, except the ongoing sense that a lot of stuff other people do is pretty silly.
Чтобы не быть голословным, еще пример: английское слово love (ЛАВ), это сленг от русского слова "ЛюбоВь", означающего: "ЛЮди БОга Ведают". Видите, в русском языке это слово наполнено глубоким смыслом, а английское - слэнг, набор букв, сокращенный (торопливый) вариант русского слова.
Not really...I did have voices in my head. They kept repeating everything I would said, so I jinxed them all, and would only let a couple of them talk after that. It helped that I didn't know all of their names. There were 20 of them; 10 male, 10 female.
I also have always had a couple of spirits that follow me around. The last time someone counted, there were five, but I think that changes from time to time. They're cool...they keep to themselves for the most part. I'm not sure why they're attracted to me. Maybe because I don't bother them either.
One. His name was "Storedyr" (literally translated "Big animal". I don't remember if I ever actually believed him to be real though - I have a feeling I only thought him up because "kids were supposed to have imaginary friends". He was older than me, but not a person as much as a creature - although whether animal or fantastic I can't really say... I don't think I ever made that distinction.
I think he hung around from about age 4-5 to age 6-7, so not that long at all. He didn't show up often, but he was handy to have around when my sisters didn't want to play ;-) I'd play games with him (e.g. kalaha) and cheat so that I won.
Oh so many things:
Cats, fresh pineapple, pollen, dust, and maybe dogs. Popping 24 hour allergy pills does the trick for the most part.
I can be in the same room as a cat, without touching it and be just fine - maybe a sneeze or two. But I can't NOT pet the kitties, I MUST SNUGGLE KITTY! I'm fine as long as I don't rub my eyes after playing with one, but I do get a little snifflie. If I rub my eyes after playing with a cat, my eyes swell up, which sucks verily. Although this allergy effects me less the longer I'm exposed to cats. When I lived in Queens, Mike's cat was up in our place all the time, so after moving to New Hampshire, Feral (roomies' cat) didn't bother me at all. Some visits to the in-laws are worse than others, since they have four cats and I don't live with any cats now.
I can eat the canned stuff or something that's been sitting cut for a few days and rinsed off a bit. If it's freshly cut, it makes my mouth itch. Nothing serious, it's just annoying.
Since I didn't grow up in Minnesota, or in farm land, I think it's corn or wheat pollen. Late June until the first hard frost in the fall or winter is a very miserable time for me. Breathing hurts, my eyes itch and water, and I sneeze all the time.
When I was a kid, dusting would make my eyes swell up so badly I couldn't see. Now living in MN, we have the settled pollen all over the place. Oh how I loath dusting. It literally makes me sick.
OH NO! NOT THE PUPPIES! It's not serious, I get a little itchy around my jaw and neck. I started noticing it a year or two before our dog Molly died, and I was afraid my parents would take her back to the breeder, so I didn't tell them about it. *LOL*