“I didn’t eat nuts! I ate a salad! Who puts nuts in salad?”
Especially since not much time had passed since that memorable sheva brachos that landed me in the ER with an itchy rash not only all over my skin, but also inside my throat, making me feel like it was closing up. I was afraid I’d soon have trouble breathing.
“What was the culprit for this reaction?” asked the nurse conversationally, trying to distract me from the IV she was slipping into my vein.
“Cashews,” I said, undistracted.
“Nut allergy?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, as she mindlessly taped the needle onto my wrist while I watched, highly mindful.
“You didn’t know you were allergic to nuts?” she asked.
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