I've had this conversation before: cheese puff edition.
Me: Please don't open that while I'm here, I'm allergic.
Them: Okay, we will wait until you leave.
*30 minutes later*
Me: *coughing and sputtering* I have to leave.
Them: *hand in container I asked them not to open* Oops, my bad.
Me: Please don't open that while I'm here, I'm allergic.
Them: Okay, we will wait until you leave.
*30 minutes later*
Me: *coughing and sputtering* I have to leave.
Them: *hand in container I asked them not to open* Oops, my bad.
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Julie
Actual conversation I've had:
Me: sometimes it's in sour cream. Do you have the container?
Them: that's not in sour cream, you're fine to eat it.
Me: sometimes it is. Is the container in the fridge or garbage? I can go check.
Them: it's in the fridge 🙄
Label: *contains ingredient*
Them:
Me: sometimes it's in sour cream. Do you have the container?
Them: that's not in sour cream, you're fine to eat it.
Me: sometimes it is. Is the container in the fridge or garbage? I can go check.
Them: it's in the fridge 🙄
Label: *contains ingredient*
Them:
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"Oh, it's just a *little* bit, what's the harm?"
Me ticking fingers:
"Well, I'll need emergency allergy medications and may end up in the hospital from egg contamination, and there's explosive diarrhea, vomit, itching and hives."
When my mom had cancer, I pregamed some Benadryl and then made her homemade mac and cheese.
I was at her house and nothing else sounded good to her.
The things we do for family.
It still doesn’t stop them always.
Or usually.
Sigh.
Where I explain it as thus, "Lactose intolerance is everyone else in the room wishing they were dead because of the smell, dairy allergy is me actually dead."
That cheese powder is fluffy and flies everywhere and there was a 4 year old so once the container was open, I couldn't touch anything.