I don't think about it usually, because there's no point and I'd turn into a right miserable b*stard, but sometimes I really wish I didn't have life-threatening allergies... It would be nice to be able to do what everyone else does without having to plan ahead. I hate having to tell people I can't do something because of possible anaphylactic shock. I always feel that no-one really believes me and I just sound like a mad hypochondriac with too much time on my hands, dreaming up weird excuses for not doing stuff... life-threatening food allergies seem tainted by associations with fussy eaters.
A friend (believe it or not) lumped me into the same category as other people she knew with 'problematic relationships with food', eg anorexics, bulimics and picky eaters. It really annoyed me at the time, as with the best will in the world, I don't have any control over a useless little antibody in my system that makes me swell up, stop breathing and lose consciousness when I accidentally ingest something dodgy.
Sorry if I sound a bit miserable... I'm usually fine. There's no point in telling real people (as opposed to virtual ones reading this) as there's nothing anyone can do, and anyway I forget about it again quite quickly. No point in upsetting other people as well, it's a bit too selfish/self-indulgent. Apparently I 'manage' it very well, as I have normal health, do most things I want to with my life and I'm not dead yet, am I! But sometimes, like today, I really, really wish I was normal.
Anyway, enough of the moaning and self-pity, the listening ear of the ever-patient blog has fulfilled its purpose... Time for dinner, I think. Then finish off the marking.