It has been a few weeks since I have written about my new battle with food allergies.
It is a battle. Every day I eat anything I feel like I am playing Russian roulette. It is so much fun! Oh the sarcasm.
The good news is that I don’t have blood immunity-detectable allergies to anything they have tested but this means nothing.
Apparently, one can have an allergic reaction to a food and not be technically allergic. There are food allergies, food intolerances, Oral Allergy Syndrome and food sensitivities.
What does this mean for me? Nothing.
I am clueless until my next set of tests two weeks away. The nurse said that those tests may not give me any helpful information either.
For example, I have been reacting strongly to eggs, meaning anything with egg on it, including baked goods, has made me feel terrible. I am not allergic in a true sense but might have a “sensitivity”.
I’m not allergic to dairy but I have an intolerance, so eating cow’s milk products have a very decided effect.
I am not allergic to fruits or nuts according to my lab tests but I might have OAS due to cross-reactivity to certain pollens.
Today’s test was watermelon and I felt “funny” but not like I do after eating eggs or almonds. But I won’t be doing that again.
I also thought potatoes were okay because potato chips have been fine. But the other night I roasted some fingerling potatoes and felt that awful tingly itchy feeling and soreness in my mouth. Today I had some roasted potatoes “croutons” in my salad and again the same feeling came over me.
I need to try mashed potatoes because the reaction I am having could be from the potato skins.
Or, maybe I’m just screwed.
You see, mashed potatoes are my favorite comfort food. When I have a migraine and am too green to keep most foods down I can have a few bites of mashed potatoes.
Potatoes dishes loom large in my celebratory dinners too, like the infamous lobster mashed potatoes from my birthday or creamy mashed potatoes and gravy at every major holiday.
When I feel happy or sad I want mashed potatoes. I want mashed potatoes like little kids want their mommies.
I am starting to hyperventilate just thinking about this and am sending buttery offerings to the tuber gods that peeled potatoes are okay.