When I was young, people didn't talk about allergies. So no one figured out I was allergic to latex.
Underwear, the ones I had, were sewn with a stretchy sort of thread, which had latex. And that spot where it lands, top of the leg, crack next to V, it was always inflamed and bleeding and smelly. And I would be blamed. "Stop touching it!" It hurt, it burned, and I couldn't deal.
Going for a blood draw. 💉 The tight thing around the arm had me crying before and after. "Oh, the needle wasn't that bad!" No, it wasn't. But my arm would swell and ache from the latex arm tie.
"DON'T VOMIT ON THE DENTIST!" Such poor behavior. "Why do you wanna misbehave like that?" I tried. I tried so hard, tried everything, not to be bad. I tried. I TRIED. Latex gloves in the mouth made me have an allergic reaction, no matter how I tried to not have my tongue swell, drool running everywhere, and eventually vomit.
Math class. I got sick in math so often. ✏️ We weren't allowed to use pens in math. Those pink erasers on pencils, or the big pink erasers, those are latex. I was sick because I was inhaling latex dust.
But the best story comes in adulthood. Guys were always telling me I was tight. Then there was Jake. And the incident that ended with 🍆 part of him stuck 🌮 in me. "GIVE ME BACK MY D___!!" 🤣
Yeah. Ask me how I know I'm allergic to latex.
Um, WOW!!!
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