...when you're working on a Saturday evening and in need of some action? I'll tell you what. You suprise yourself by finding out that you're allergic to nuts.
A few telephone calls later, a talk with the maitre 'd and I'm off to the E.R. in a taxi. Took just over an hour before I got to see the doctor, and thanks to the antihistamine tablet I got from the nurse who registered me I was gradually starting to feel better.
I'm probably making it sound more dramatic than it really was. Luckily my throat didn't swell up so much that I had problems swallowing, talking or walking, and my chest never felt so constricted that I wasn't able to breathe. But still, it was a bit frightening and very tiring, especially since I've never reacted to anything I've eaten before in addition to there not being any indication that I was allergic to nuts. I've eaten both peanuts and almonds in the past month without problems, just not had any hazelnuts lately.
Now I'm mostly grieving over all the things - some of them among my favorite foods and treats - I can't eat, such as: kransekake (norwegian kake made out of rings of almond 'cookies'), nuts as snackfood, pecan pizza pie (a yummy cake served at my favorite pizza joint in Mandal, Jonas B. Gundersen), and perhaps most importantly, Milkchocolate with Daim (from Freia), as it's got pieces of almond brittle in it...ah.
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