The New York Times
Last weekend’s cover story hit home for me, not because I was an allergic child, but because I am an allergic adult. In my mid-20s I suddenly found myself toting an EpiPen and looking more closely at menus. It started about two years ago, when I resolved to be healthier. I swore off Doritos for breakfast and bought a juicer. A few months into my new lifestyle, I started to cough after drinking a tall glass of fresh carrot-apple juice. I coughed until I threw up. My skin tingled and itched, it turned beet red — from my face down to my chest. Hives started creeping out from under my sleeves toward my hands. I consider myself fortunate that my symptoms didn’t include my throat closing.