Welcome! Lots of new faces here - so Iāll try to be on best behaviour š
If youāve never had the pleasure of visiting an immunologist for a skin prick test. Itās like this - part medieval torture chamber, part awkward family dinner where everyone tells you what they really think of you.
Except in this case, the insults come from your own bloody immune system.
There I was, sitting in the sterile little office, fully clothed (because this isnāt that kind of appointment) armed with a vague sense that my body might be a bigger drama queen than I am.
The nurse cheerfully approached with what I can only describe as a tray of mini spikes, each containing a tiny sample of some common allergen.
āWeāll just scratch these onto your arm and see what happens,ā
As if āsee what happensā were not the sort of phrase you reserve for dodgy science experiments or tasting expired milk.
The scratching began. Dust mites, cat dander, tree pollen, mould. No real fireworks yet. But then came barley - malted in particular and my skin lit up like a Christmas tree.1 The swelling was immediate, the redness unmistakable, and the itch so intense I briefly considered gnawing my arm off.
āOh, thatās a big reaction,ā she seemed delightedā¦sadist.
Turns out, barley malt the star ingredient in whisky so the very air2 near a distillery is my bodyās sworn enemy.
This revelation explained a lot. Like when my family found me happily lying on the bedā¦not breathing much, after whisky had been consumed in the house (not by me!). I donāt even have to drink the stuff - just breathing barley malt in the wild is enough to send my immune system into full anaphylactic overdrive.
Now, as a Scottish person, being allergic to whisky feels a bit like a cleric being allergic to holy water. Whisky isnāt just a drink, itās a cultural institution, a sacred rite and in some corners of Scotland, practically currency. So, this particular allergy isnāt just inconvenient; itās borderline blasphemous.
But wait, thereās more!
Salicylates, which sound like the name of a cheery girl band, are natural chemicals found in things like vinegar, courgettes (zucchini) and a whole host of other foods. Iāve always hated courgettes and now I know why - theyāve been trying to murder me all along. And vinegar? Not my bag anyway.
The test continued, my arm resembling a badly planned game of connect-the-dots. Somewhere in the process, I mentioned that I already knew about one allergy. Latex. Found out the fun way years ago, because apparently my immune system decided to use condoms as a learning opportunity. Nothing says romance like having to explain to your partner why youāre suddenly breaking out in hives in the lower regions.
And then thereās the wild card, the arsehole - Parkinsonās. My neurologist has hinted that the condition might make me more sensitive to allergens as if having a tremor and dopamine deficiency werenāt enough excitement for one body. Itās like my immune system heard Parkinsonās knocking and thought, āLetās make this a party!ā Bodies are weirdly interconnected that way and mine decided that whisky and courgettes are now mortal enemies.
By the end of the session, my arm looked like a map of tiny red landmines, and my sense of food security was in tatters. The immunologist handed me a long list of āthings to avoid,ā and I couldnāt help but feel like Iād just been put on a cosmic no-fly list.
But hey, at least Iām not allergic to wine because letās be honest, thereās only so much betrayal one person can take.
The moral of the story? Bodies are weird. Allergies are weirder. And apparently, my immune system is less āguardian of healthā and more āoverzealous bouncer at the nightclub of life.ā
Still, knowledge is power. Even if that power comes with the realisation that your beloved glass of whisky or innocent courgette slice might secretly be plotting your demise.
Cheers to that.
with love
E xxx
See - I can be festiveā¦š
Itās true - when we drive through a local whisky-producing town I get a strange prickle all over and generally feel shit.
I had to laugh: Now, as a Scottish person, being allergic to whisky feels a bit like a cleric being allergic to holy water.
Parkies should get a "pass" on other diseases and conditions. We've got enough to contend with...