For a couple dozen years, I had a fairly uneventful egg allergy, and never thought much of it, except to be glad I could at least eat dairy and pretty much anything else.
About four years ago, I had to stop eating dairy, and thought, “Well, at least I can still eat bread.”
Now I’m pretty sure that wheat needs to go, as well.
Through all of this, I would periodically think, “O.K., my digestion I can deal with. At least I don’t have scary airway issues.”
Now, I’m breathlessly about to go take a hit from my newly prescribed inhaler that doesn’t seem to be helping much, and fret about what might be going on.
Honestly, it makes a girl afraid to be grateful for anything.