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tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-10-03 03:47 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-10-03 03:47 pm
I have a new OTP.
Look, I got a pretty in the mail today!
So, you may or may not know that I have a serious allergy to milk. Not lactose intolerance, not one of the dinky hives-and-stomach-problems types of allergies, but something more along the lines of going into anaphylactic shock upon ingestion of small amounts of dairy. Same with peanuts and a few varieties of tree nuts, but then, peanuts are easier to avoid. But anyway, for the past seventeen years of my life I've scrupulously avoided milk products, which is harder than one might think: milk and butter are obviously out; so is ice cream; so is chocolate; so is anything with cheese in it, including pizza. Large food manufacturers also have a nasty habit of putting tiny, insignificant, can't-possibly-do-anything-to-improve-it quantities of whey, a milk protein, into random things like cookies. And saltine crackers. And jelly beans. And "non-dairy" coffee creamers. You think I'm kidding? Ha, I wish. When I was eight my mom took me to one of the best allergists in the country to see if there was anything at all that could be done, and he said the best hope was strict avoidance in the hopes that I'd grow out of the allergy. See, I'm lucky in that I don't go into total wig-out mode with itty bitty quantities. All those foods with miniscule quantities of whey probably wouldn't kill me, just make my throat rather swollen and uncomfortable for half an hour, but frequent low-level reactions would pretty much have killed my chances of ever outgrowing the allergy.
Last week, I said fuck that shit. I'm almost eighteen. If I were going to outgrow my milk allergy, I'd have done so by now. But for some reason my body still persists in treating dairy products as if they were a deadly poison and freaking out accordingly.
Now, what's the best way to negate the danger of a deadly poison? That's right. You build up a resistance to it. How does one build up a resistance to a poison? Why, by ingesting small quantities of it on a regular basis, of course. And on this rationale, last week I went out to the grocery store after my shift ended and bought a nice, fat package of cookies that would have been perfectly safe for me to eat had they not contained tiny quantities of whey.
The other night I eat one of these cookies.
Nothing happens.
Seriously WTF, not even itchy throat. I eat another. Nothing. I eat three of these cookies and my lips start to tingle and that's it.
This makes me extremely happy, if slightly underwhelmed, especially in light of the rather... violent... reaction when we tried to test whether I'd outgrown my peanut allergy by feeding me a few spoonfuls of peanut butter. (I don't remember anything after throwing up, but my mom assures me it took three Epi-Pens to revive me.) So. w00t? It's weird not having to be so bloody paranoid about food all the time anymore. I mean, I'm still paranoid, but no more carefully scanning the mess of chemicals at the end of ingredient lists for whey or casein.
Anyway. After the cookie incident the other night, I suddenly realized I had lots and lots of homework. And, as is always the case when I realize this, my first instinct was procrastination. So at around three in the morning, in the middle of a little Enjolras/Patria ponder, my brain began farting out all sorts of bizarre pairings, most of them involving Les Amis. (The Dorian/Basil/Lord Henry threesome obviously didn't, and might I just note that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pen_and_umbra signed up to write that for the slashfest which makes me go SQUEEEEEE.) But yes. Enjolras/Patria was just the top of the stack. There were also similarly appropriate pairings, like Feuilly/Poland and Grantaire/Green Fairy, but there was also a lot of crack. Like Enjolras/St Just.
I would just like to say, right here and now, that if anyone were to write an Enjolras/St Just fic for me, I would love them forever and give them an infinite supply of cookies and Frenchboysmex. Double if by some miracle you manage to get them in bed together, triple for guillotine/prettyboy snark.
And yes. There was lots more that I wanted to write, but I don't remember any of it at the moment. Just... oh, god, the mental images. XD
So, you may or may not know that I have a serious allergy to milk. Not lactose intolerance, not one of the dinky hives-and-stomach-problems types of allergies, but something more along the lines of going into anaphylactic shock upon ingestion of small amounts of dairy. Same with peanuts and a few varieties of tree nuts, but then, peanuts are easier to avoid. But anyway, for the past seventeen years of my life I've scrupulously avoided milk products, which is harder than one might think: milk and butter are obviously out; so is ice cream; so is chocolate; so is anything with cheese in it, including pizza. Large food manufacturers also have a nasty habit of putting tiny, insignificant, can't-possibly-do-anything-to-improve-it quantities of whey, a milk protein, into random things like cookies. And saltine crackers. And jelly beans. And "non-dairy" coffee creamers. You think I'm kidding? Ha, I wish. When I was eight my mom took me to one of the best allergists in the country to see if there was anything at all that could be done, and he said the best hope was strict avoidance in the hopes that I'd grow out of the allergy. See, I'm lucky in that I don't go into total wig-out mode with itty bitty quantities. All those foods with miniscule quantities of whey probably wouldn't kill me, just make my throat rather swollen and uncomfortable for half an hour, but frequent low-level reactions would pretty much have killed my chances of ever outgrowing the allergy.
Last week, I said fuck that shit. I'm almost eighteen. If I were going to outgrow my milk allergy, I'd have done so by now. But for some reason my body still persists in treating dairy products as if they were a deadly poison and freaking out accordingly.
Now, what's the best way to negate the danger of a deadly poison? That's right. You build up a resistance to it. How does one build up a resistance to a poison? Why, by ingesting small quantities of it on a regular basis, of course. And on this rationale, last week I went out to the grocery store after my shift ended and bought a nice, fat package of cookies that would have been perfectly safe for me to eat had they not contained tiny quantities of whey.
The other night I eat one of these cookies.
Nothing happens.
Seriously WTF, not even itchy throat. I eat another. Nothing. I eat three of these cookies and my lips start to tingle and that's it.
This makes me extremely happy, if slightly underwhelmed, especially in light of the rather... violent... reaction when we tried to test whether I'd outgrown my peanut allergy by feeding me a few spoonfuls of peanut butter. (I don't remember anything after throwing up, but my mom assures me it took three Epi-Pens to revive me.) So. w00t? It's weird not having to be so bloody paranoid about food all the time anymore. I mean, I'm still paranoid, but no more carefully scanning the mess of chemicals at the end of ingredient lists for whey or casein.
Anyway. After the cookie incident the other night, I suddenly realized I had lots and lots of homework. And, as is always the case when I realize this, my first instinct was procrastination. So at around three in the morning, in the middle of a little Enjolras/Patria ponder, my brain began farting out all sorts of bizarre pairings, most of them involving Les Amis. (The Dorian/Basil/Lord Henry threesome obviously didn't, and might I just note that
pen_and_umbra signed up to write that for the slashfest which makes me go SQUEEEEEE.) But yes. Enjolras/Patria was just the top of the stack. There were also similarly appropriate pairings, like Feuilly/Poland and Grantaire/Green Fairy, but there was also a lot of crack. Like Enjolras/St Just.I would just like to say, right here and now, that if anyone were to write an Enjolras/St Just fic for me, I would love them forever and give them an infinite supply of cookies and Frenchboysmex. Double if by some miracle you manage to get them in bed together, triple for guillotine/prettyboy snark.
And yes. There was lots more that I wanted to write, but I don't remember any of it at the moment. Just... oh, god, the mental images. XD