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By April Adams:
I’ve been an allergy sufferer for most of my life. I started getting shots when I was 8 or 9-years-old and am still going strong. Trees, grass, flowers, if it exists in the natural world, I probably have some sort of sensitivity to it. My allergies have expressed themselves in stuffy nose, runny nose, coughs, headaches and itchy and watery eyes. In addition to my shots, I’ve taken many pills and sprays and have accepted allergies as a part of my life.
Then, a few years ago, around the Fall of 2008, I started waking up to some small raised rashes on my abdomen, not a lot, but one or two at first. They would itch a little, then disappear over the course of the day. I didn’t pay much attention to them at first …
I still don’t receive text messaging. I sort of see it as my “last stand” in the technological takeover. I’ve come to rely on my cell phone, e-mail, facebook, YouTube and all of those other addictive things that make our lives “better.” I can’t go anywhere without my cell phone. If I discover that I’ve left home without it, I panic. All these scenarios where I’ll need my phone pop into my head—car breaking down, getting in a wreck, being chased by an ax murderer, etc. There aren’t many pay phones still around and a lot of us are too scared of each other to help out or ask for help. You never know if that person asking for help in the grocery store parking lot really needs help or just using that as an excuse to rob you … or chase you with an ax. Cell phones are the adult security blanket.