Showing posts with label Skin Cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Skin Cancer. Show all posts

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

ALLERGIC? ALLERGIC TO WHAT?


As I got Justin to remove the bandaids off my stitches last night, I was thinking “who is weird enough to be allergic to sticky bandages? Oh wait that weirdo is me!” I can be mildly allergic, to highly allergic to the adhesive in bandaids. At its worse it causes welts, itching, blisters, and oozing. According to a doctor, it’s not just the latex, but some sort of gel used in the plastic type of adhesives.


I have passed this oddity on to Tamika, and we find the only type we can use is the surgical paper; however this has to be moved on a regular rotation. So when ever I have anything that needs to be covered, I normally end up in more pain from the covering than the original wound. Oh, you should have seen my C-section, the plastic covering they put on that was such a blistery bubbly joy to observe.


I have also passed onto Tamika my allergic reaction to garlic. Depending on the amount of garlic in a dish I can get reactions from swollen tongue and lips, to swollen glands with difficulty in swallowing.

I am lucky that they are both minor and easy for me to contain, on myself and as a parent for Tamika. I am sure there are a lot of people far worse off than me. Both of these allergies have left me wondering will Jarvis also inherit them. When do I test him? What allergies do you and your children have and how do you control them? 

NOTE: I normally do not like showing my boobs on the internet, but wanted to show my reaction. Please ignore the boobs and just look at the skin.

NOTE: I got three moles removed; this is why I have stitches

NOTE: I am aware Bandaids is a brand; however I have used this generic Australian term for all adhesive bandages.

NOTE: Yes that is mashed vegetable smeared on me and my singlet, I am so glamorous.

This post could also be used as a friendly reminder to get regular skin check ups and always, always Slip Slop Slap! I tried to remember how many moles I have had removed but lost count around thirty.