I can't sleep. I just can't breathe through my nose. I hate this.

I avoid spending more time than necessary with people I don't have much in common with. I woudl rather spend the time socialising with a great book or going to the museum.

That is one of the reasons I am nto keen on meeting those I have known only through the internet.

With blogging and blogroll, most people are connected by a certain thread or blogring. And as they do online, they bitch about each other offline. I hate gossips.

I have been betrayed again recently. I am nto going to waste more time on the cunt. I just named a pig after her.

why???

the one who blabs, blogs and bitches about gossip mongers are usually the biggest gossip themselves.

of course it woudl help when he is now the bitch of the biggest gossip around!

For the past 3 weeks, I have been going through endless medical tests. I go through this so often, ithas become so boring. It is no longer as original as when I was 14, having to go through MRI because I was sneezing frantically, twitching blatantly and throwing up at the same time and then turning BLUE in my hospital room after receiving a not-so-innocent bouquet of pink flowers.

I got so tired of complaining because despite the fact that I usually spend spring either hiding or looking like a basketball head. My sickness – while annoying and debilitating – is not Cancer or Heart Disease.

Family and friends are used to me sounding like I just finished crying when we talk over the phone.

Even facial has become hazardous. The last time I had facial, I came out with swollen eyes, flagrant red cheeks, looking like I spent the last 2 hours wrestling Queen Bee’s angry soldiers. all because my facialist (the genius) changed to a new brand and was using a certain essential oil on my face…

10 minutes to 5 yesterday, I received the latest result. I have two new friends. Let’s nto talk about the usual suspects, you you and you know that already. The two new additions spooked me.

I am allergic to Tree and Grass pollen.

Me the girl who spent her early years climbing and swinging from tree to tree. Me who had a treehouse. Me who lost her virginity in a tropical rainforest. Me who loves books and all things paper.

Me who loves rolling on the grass and the scent of freshly cut grass. Me with the window view of a green field. Me who spends every morning and afternoon walking on grass, under canopy of trees through the park.

I read that these 2 new friends are very common – the most common in fact. And can lead to food-pollen allergy syndrome. Help! I have enough food allergy already!!! From BBC:

Oral allergy
syndrome

Some hay fever
sufferers develop oral allergies to certain fruits, vegetables and nuts. This is
also called the pollen-food allergy syndrome. Patients typically develop hay
fever in early spring and then notice itching and swelling of their mouth
and
throat on eating fresh fruit and vegetables.

Silver birch pollen
allergy sufferers develop oral allergies to
apples, peaches, cherries,
carrots, celery, hazelnuts, peanuts and walnuts.
Grass pollen allergy
sufferers develop oral allergies to tomato, melon and
watermelon. Mugwort
pollen allergy cross-reacts with apple, celery and carrot.
Ragweed pollen
allergy cross-reacts with bananas, melon and honey. People do not
react to
cooked or canned foods and the reaction usually remains localised to
the
mouth and throat.

In latex allergy (yes you guessed it, I have this
too!), people
sensitised to latex also develop allergies to fruit such as
avocado, banana,
chestnut and kiwi fruit.

First order of business was haing an Italian dinner. Had foccasia – wheat – grass no? Shared a funghi pizza with Nabila – wheat again – grass no? Had pasta (with prawns, artichokes, rucola, chanterelle) also grass non? Ja ja not exactly pollen but still…

Later today, I am going to climb the biggest tree I can find. And I am going to roll on grass. and buy trees.

I will be damned if this test result is really true. I have MORE tests next week

I mean, so what? I am screwed already!!!

when did writing become so difficult? when prose become clunky? and words are not present?

there are a lot of questions to be asked inwardly. Issues addressed. Demons slayed. For weeks, I have been thinking of what I really want to do.

we are born originals- why is it so many of us die copies?

Edward Young, Poet (1693-1765)

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