The results are in. No mistake. No hope for recourse.
I am violently, fatally allergic to cherries. I have been eating cherries my whole life, and until a few weeks ago, I was fine. And then it all came apart. I ate some and got so violently ill, I thought I might die. It turns out I almost did. I was politely informed by the allergist today that if I ever eat cherries again, I may not have enough time to use my epi-pen. Scary, huh?
I can never have a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae. I can no longer eat cherry pie. I can no longer (sniff, sniff) eat dad's wonderful cherry coffee cake. No more cherry cheesecake. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
I'm sad.
P.S. No more Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Cherry Garcia Ice Cream, either.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
R.I.P. Cherries
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Wait, wait wait... Are you trying to tell me that marchino cherries are real cherries? SINCE WHEN?!
Cherry-flavored is still okay, right?
In the world of allergies, cherries are cherries. Even "fake" cherries and cherry-flavored are no-no's, because there's usually some type of cherry extract or cherry by-product in them--of course, I have no idea what "cherry by-product" is. Whatever. I'm just going to mope for another day or so and then I'll get over it.
Whaaattt!
No Black Cherry Jell-O? Pop?
Can't the doctor make it go away?
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