Thursday, February 22, 2018

"I Hope You Don't Die."

Morning again, guys…

So, let me set up the scenario:

I’ve got a peanut allergy, but I’ve had them before, and know I like them.  Well, we used to go to Scottish Rite in Dallas for various reasons pertaining to my cripness as a kid.  When we’d go, we’d get the red eye flights with the business types.  During the flight, they’d hand out little baggies of peanuts.  I couldn’t have them, so Mom’d get me pistachios from a kiosk at the airport.

Anyhoo, one day, I found one of said little baggies, so I snatched, and ran to my room, closed the door, and figured how to open the baggie at my brother’s desk to eat them.  Suddenly, Mom came in, saw what I was doing, said, “I hope you don’t die,” and walked out.  OMG, I was traumatized.  After that, I never touched peanuts intentionally again.

Fast forward to the other day, there was a report of tests being done with pills to possibly, in the future, make it some people with said peanut allergy be able to partake.  Hmmm.  Now. According to the report I watched, the test subjects only got to where they could eat two at most…that’s a tease, Man!  They also said approval for, I guess, marketed tests, is still a year out.  Wow.

I’ve heard of some people being so allergic that kissing someone, who’d eaten peanuts, could kill.  Maybe this could become a regularly taken vitamin to go with your As, Bs, and Cs.

Until then, I’ll just stick with my Almond Snickers, the best alternative to the original, or my Milky Ways and 3 Musketeers.

But, it’s food for thought.

Be good to each other.


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