#allergy CW

[thejournalisttintin]

Now here’s a timeline age-up of Tintin’s book-nerd twin brother Martin, who looks up to him as his role model.

However, when it comes to adventure, Martin prefers to be on the safe side. But he’s still his best to be as equally adventurous as his brother.

Headcanons for Martin:

Kid: Martin never had any friends in the orphanage, mainly because he was bullied a lot for being a nerd. Tintin was his only friend, and they’ve been together since.

This was also around the time Martin found out that he needed glasses due to his nearsightedness, as well as learning that he was allergic to peanuts. After an incident involving chocolate and peanuts, Tintin and one of the head matrons of the orphanage were informed that Martin had developed an anaphylactic reaction from eating peanuts. And this was also around a time when the concept of allergies was relatively new.

Preteen: This was a difficult phase in Martin’s childhood. After Tintin was adopted by the head of a local newspaper in Brussels, Martin was taken in by a wealthy couple who has had issues with infertility. The couple was even informed of Martin’s peanut allergy, to which they adhered strongly to it. Which meant that they took the necessary precautions to remove anything with peanuts from Martin’s diet.

School, however, wasn’t as forgiving. The only plus was that it was the same school Tintin went to, so they could be together.

But Martin was teased a lot because of his glasses, his passion for reading, but the more brutal reason was because of his peanut allergies. At one point, some bullies thought it would be funny to give Martin a sandwich that had peanuts in it. Which brings us to Tintin’s “problematic” preteen phase, in which Tintin found out and beat the absolute shit out of them.

Teen: During the comics’ early canon. Martin is still in school, but at the same time, his adoptive parents have allowed him to get a job at a local newspaper in Antwerp.

Unlike Tintin, who was working full time at the newspaper company in Brussels, Martin was allowed to work part time at the newspaper, so he could finish his education off strong.

Current: During the comics’ canon timeline. Martin has finally finished his education, and has even decided to move to Brussels. He has decided to go freelance in journalism, but is working more locally than internationally, since he prefers more on site work. Soon enough, he and Tintin meet up again and catch up. But it’s up to this point that he eventually finds out that Tintin has been keeping some secrets from him…

There are more timeline age-ups to come, so stay tuned!!

[insufficient-earth-skills]

Sooooo funny when you think your health condition isn't that serious anymore because you haven't had major issues in years, and then you have to stop your meds for 5 days and suddenly you realize it's good you did book that appointment because the meds really are still necessary.

And by funny I mean annoying and sad because I'm having an allergic reaction to cooked fucking fennel.

[nepenthean-sleep]

you know what. i've always been hesitant to describe my anaphylactic food allergies as a disability because "it's just allergies" but if you look at the numerous ways this has affected my life as an adult (because everybody only talks about kids having anaphylactic allergies):

no restaurants or fast food

no store-bought food from small companies (less accountability/resources to prevent cross-contamination)

no candy or desserts (unless they are 100% homemade, which takes a lot of time and energy if you have other disabilities like i do)

no hand-washing dishes (every place i live in has to have a well-functioning dishwasher)

no kissing people on the mouth/lower half of the face

other people cannot kiss me/put their mouth on me

no allergens in the house (really difficult to enforce with non- immediate family members!!)

always having to cook my own meals/bake my own treats/desserts

no sharing drinks/food with other people

no food cooked in other people's houses/kitchens

always having to bring my own "lunchbox" to family events, work or school, all-day events, or any other situation in which i could THEORETICALLY need to eat or drink something other than bottled water

calling food manufacturers to verify label information on new/changed foods

and none of this is counting the avoidance behaviors i developed with obsessive-compulsive disorder around age 13 in response to the panic attacks i'd have remembering about the anaphylactic shock i experienced at age 10.

i was taught to read labels at age 5. i was taught how to use my own epi-pen at age 6. my parents and i have always been careful and responsible about my allergies. it's not "i just don't like this food", it's "if i eat this my throat will swell up and block my trachea AND i'll go into shock from low blood pressure." as inconvenient as it might be for YOU, you can learn these things too and save a life. happy disability pride month; stop being a dickhead

i don't usually talk about my allergies because it gives me a LOT of anxiety but i felt this was important to share, because most people have no idea what being an adult with allergies is like. life went from "everyone at the birthday party gets a cupcake but me and i'm sad" to to "if i want to kiss someone i like, i have to make sure she hasn't eaten anything i'm allergic to in the past few days" (which is like. hugely awkward to ask of someone holy shit) or "i have to turn down the meal from my friend's mom even though she has the best of intentions and now she thinks i'm an asshole"

[ningadudexx]

art dump of stuff i forgto to post... also i have TWO whopping slots open for comms still :D i finished the other three comms (^_^) 👍

[theriverbeyond]

DANGER WARNING and other poems better left unsaid (2024) ft. early morning hotel views and my travel sized sharps container

[worldsewage]

I am not tagging this as My Art . This is between me and god. I promise I’ll post some actual art soon.

[nostrildamus]

okay so the dust I kicked up from packing and moving so much stuff that hadn't been moved in months was driving my nose CRAZY, and I kept having these sudden, violent sneezes.

So I said enough is enough and decided to help them along a little bit, and BOY did they not need much help. I was an absolute mess by the end of this, my nose was streaming and the one pathetic tissue I had was very inadequate for how messy it got.

Anyways, enjoy! 😚

(Also pls try to ignore my nonsensical mumbling, I was so overwhelmed by these lmao)

[artfulbassoon]

Fanon swap vampire ren and werewolf mumbo

I don't draw these goobers often, but I love them very much :D

The silliest of guys, truly

[thejournalisttintin]

How Martin Became Allergic to Peanuts

I don't know how, but for some reason, I wanted to write a little one-shot of how Martin had gotten his peanut allergy.

I've mentioned it in his basic profile, as well as his timeline, but I've decided to write a little more further on how he developed it, as well as Tintin's reaction to the news and how it will affect Martin later in life.

So here's a one shot of how Martin's peanut allergy came about.

It was a beautiful spring afternoon at the St. Breussen Home For Lost Children in Namur. Spring was always the best time of the year there, since it meant that the courtyard was always full of giggling children, laughing and playing. The children at the orphanage were happily playing outside in the cool spring air as

Meanwhile, two young boys, both with ginger-colored hair, were playing at a sandbox by themselves. They had built a castle out of building blocks, and something exciting was taking place...

...

"Oh no! The princess is trapped in the spooky dungeon!" Martin exclaimed as he waved the teddy bear in the air. "Tintin, I need a prince! A fancy one!" Tintin grabbed a nearby toy soldier and handed it to Martin. "Oh no, now the prince is trapped too!

"Who cares about danger when I've got you?" Martin said, imitating the prince. He then made the princess doll and toy soldier kiss, making loud kissing noises. "Ugh, Martin!" Tintin exclaimed, disgusted. "Gross!"

Meanwhile, one of the female orphanage workers, Marine, happened to come outside to watch the children playing.

"The forest sprites cry out!" Tintin cried out, making a loud whooshing sound as he held up a toy horse, along with a fairy doll. "They wake the Fairy Queen, who breaks the spell and frees the castle from the evil monster!" He used the fairy doll to knock over the teddy bear. "And they all get married!" Martin exclaimed, holding the dolls close to him as he playfully tumbled down, laughing with Tintin.

“Having fun?”

Both Martin and Tintin looked up to find . “Oh, hi Sister Marine!” Tintin laughed. “Me and Martin were just playing.” Marine laughed. “I can see that,” she told them. “I was just coming to tell you both that lunch is almost ready.” “Great!” Martin exclaimed. “I’m hungry.” “Me too!” Tintin chimed in.

Marine looked around. “You know,” she told the boys while reaching into her pocket, “I know I’m not supposed to, but…” She then took out two small packets and handed them to both Martin and Tintin.

“I thought I’d give you two a little snack before lunch.”

Tintin unwrapped the packet and gasped. Inside were pieces of chocolate and peanuts. “Whoa!” he exclaimed. “Chocolate and peanuts! My favorite!” “Just so you know, this is between you two and me,” Marine said with a wink. “Go on, enjoy.”

Martin unwrapped his packet as Tintin began to indulge himself. “Mmm…yummy,” he said as he scooped some pieces of chocolate into his mouth. “Sister Marine is always so nice to us.”

Martin smiled as he grabbed some chocolate and peanuts. “I know,” he told his brother. “Father Johannes never let us get any treats.” “Sister Marine is the best,” Tintin told him. “I like her more.”

“Me too,” Martin said, grabbing a small handful of peanuts and chewing them happily. “Yum…” He then ate another handful of peanuts.

After swallowing, Martin began to cough.

Tintin looked up from his hands and saw Martin coughing. “Martin?” he asked. “Martin?”

Suddenly, Martin’s coughing turned to wheezing as he struggled to breathe.

Tintin knew he couldn’t wait.

…

“Sister Marine!!” Marine, who was about to head inside, suddenly turned around and saw Tintin running up to her, dragging Martin.

“Tintin?” Marine questioned. “Tintin, what’s wrong?”

“Sister Marine! It’s Martin!” Tintin exclaimed. “Something’s wrong with him!”

By now, Martin was finding it more difficult to breathe, his face turning red.

“Martin?!” Marine questioned as she knelt down. “Martin, what’s wrong, dear? Are you not feeling well? Look at me!” Martin looked up, and what Marine saw was nothing short of shocking.

Martin’s face was breaking out with hives, and was nearly swollen. “Sister…” Martin managed to squeak out. “Help…”

Overcome with fear, Marine scooped Martin up and held him in her arms. “Tintin, come with me,” she ordered, grabbing Tintin’s arm.

The three ran through the halls of the orphanage and out the front doors. Hurrying down the steps, she ran towards a man who ran a local antique shop.

“Sir, where’s the nearest hospital?” Marine pleaded. “Just down the next street, at 54 Bellimar Drive,” the store owner told her. “I can call up a cab for you to—“ He quickly noticed Marine running down the street. “Wait, ma’am!” he shouted. “What are you doing?!"

People who were walking down the streets were quite surprised to find Marine running through the crowds, holding Martin with one hand while grabbing Tintin's arm with the other.

Busy streets halted as Marine and the two boys crossed the street.

By then, Martin was still coughing, already beginning to lose consciousness.

Marine, however, was determined to get Martin to the hospital. Even if she had to run half a mile down the streets of Namur with him and Tintin in tow.

…

After twenty-five minutes, Marine finally reached the St. Roesberge General Hospital.

The receptionist at the desk was quite shocked as Marine burst through the door. "Excuse me," she told Marine, "but you must check in befo--" "Where's the doctor?" Marine demanded, panting as she was out of breath. "I need Dr. Girardin! Please!"

Before the receptionist could speak, a doctor came in. "Sister Marine! Is there a problem?" he questioned.

Marine held Martin up. "It's the boy," she replied. "He's coughing and sweating like mad, and he's covered in some kind of rash...I-I don't know what to do!"

Dr. Girardin took Martin and examined him. "Open your mouth, child," he ordered. Martin feverishly opened his mouth, coughing a little.

Dr. Girardin turned to another doctor. "The boy's airway is nearly closed," he ordered. "Quick, get this boy to intensive care!" Several workers wheeled in a gurney and placed Martin on top.

"Where are they taking him?" Tintin questioned. Marine tried to follow the doctors, but was stopped by the receptionist. "I'm sorry ma'am," she told her. "You have to wait here."

Marine was deeply worried.

Would Martin be okay?

...

It had been almost several hours since the doctors had whisked Martin away to an intensive care ward and left Tintin and Marine waiting with worry. Even when a nurse offered Tintin a drink of water, he refused.

He was deeply worried for his brother.

At that moment, Dr. Girardin came to the waiting room. “Sister Marine,” he said.

Marine got up almost immediately. “Doctor…is Martin okay?” she questioned. “Please tell me he’s okay!” Dr. Girardin gently took her hands. “Not to worry, Sister,” he told her. “He’s responding excellently to the treatment.” “My brother’s gonna be okay?” Tintin asked, tugging at his coat.

At that moment Dr. Girardin lowered his head a little. “Doctor?” Marine asked.

Dr. Girardin looked at Marine. “Let’s have a seat,” he told her, gesturing toward the chairs. As she and Tintin both sat down, Marine turned to Dr. Girardin as he sat down to face her. “What happened to Martin, exactly?” she questioned.

Dr. Girardin sighed heavily, preparing to give her the news.

“After treating him, we’ve found that Martin had suffered from a serious case of anaphylaxis,” he informed Marine, who blinked at him rather obliviously. “To put it more lightly, he had an allergic reaction.”

Allergic reaction…

Those two words seemed to ring loudly in Tintin’s young mind.

“An allergic reaction?” Marine questioned. “What is that?” Tintin asked, wide-eyed.

“Well,” Dr. Girardin continued, “an allergic reaction is, for lack of better words, when the body develops an adverse response to something that usually doesn’t affect anyone else.

“Martin had all the symptoms associated with anaphylaxis, such as a rash, swollen throat, shortness of breath, and low blood pressure,” he told Marine. “How does this sort of thing occur?” she asked.

“These days, it's mostly caused by insect bites,” Dr. Girardin replied. “We found no trace of insect bites on Martin, but I would like to know something. Did Martin eat something that might have caused it?”

“I just gave him and Tintin some chocolate, along with—“ Marine’s face suddenly went pale.

“The peanuts…” she muttered, tears coming to her eyes.

“I almost killed Martin by giving him peanuts…”

“Sister,” Dr. Girardin assured her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Let me assure you; you did not kill the boy. It was an accident. But now you know what peanuts will do to him.” Marine nodded, wiping away a tear. “What do we do now?” she pondered.

Dr. Girardin let out a sigh. "The best thing you can do is ensure that you remove peanuts from Martin's diet completely, even anything that may contain traces of peanuts," he informed her. "But in the event that he does accidentally consume peanuts, we have another solution."

He then reached into his coat pocket and took out a pouch containing two syringes and a small vial of liquid. "This is an epinephrine extract," he informed Marine, taking out the vial. "When Martin gets an allergic reaction from peanuts, inject him with this. It will alleviate the symptoms."

"Interesting," Marine said, eyeing the vial. "Does it have any side effects?" "Well, it may cause him to feel drowsy at times," Dr. Girardin told her. "But other than that, it's perfectly harmless."

“Doctor?” Tintin asked, his voice wavering by slightly. “Yes, little one?” Dr. Girardin answered. “When can I see my brother?” Tintin questioned, tugging at his coat.

Before Dr. Girardin could answer, Tintin then noticed a nurse wheeling Martin to the waiting room on a wheelchair.

"Martin!!" Tintin cried out as he ran to embrace Martin. "Easy, child," the nurse warned him. "He's still recovering." "It's so good to see you again!" Tintin exclaimed, hugging Martin gently. "Are you all better?" "I'm okay," Martin said, smiling weakly.

“I’ve checked with the other staff members,” the nurse told Dr. Girardin, “and the boy is free to go.” “Excellent,” Dr. Girardin told her as Tintin helped Martin to his feet. “And I will provide you with new syringe needles if needed.” “Thank you so much, Doctor,” Marine said as she took the pouch with her.

“And Sister Marine,” he said to her before they left. “Yes?” Marine asked.

“I am aware that we at St. Roesberge cannot interfere with other people’s beliefs,” Dr. Girardin informed her, “but you need to inform Father Johannes on this matter. After all, he must know.”

Marine sighed heavily; knowing that Father Johannes was heavily religious, she would find it difficult to explain Martin’s peanut allergy.

“I will tell him,” Marine said.

“Even if he refuses to accept the truth, I will tell him regardless.”

…

Later that evening, back at the orphanage...

And it seemed as if Doctor Girardin was right about Father Johannes outright refusing to accept the fact that Martin had a peanut allergy. Once Marine had told him everything, Johannes was quick to rebuke her comments.

“Absolutely not!” Father Johannes protested. "I refuse to believe such ridiculous blasphemy!"

"Father Johannes, I understand this is a difficult thing to process," Marine told him, "but this is Martin's life we're discussing here. I've already consulted with Dr. Girardin; we need to take this more seriously. If we're not careful, there is a possibility Martin could die."

"Sister," Father Johannes retorted, "this so-called 'allergic reaction'...You see it as a condition that needs to be treated, but you know what I see? The Lord is bringing a punishment upon that poor, confused child.

Outside Father Johannes' office, Martin and Tintin were quietly sitting on the bench by the door, waiting.

“What are they talking about?” Martin asked quietly. “I don’t know,” Tintin whispered. “But Father Johannes sounds mad.”

Back in the office…

“I am a man of faith,” Father Johannes told Marine as he strolled over to his desk and pulled out a Holy Bible. “And I will not accept any talk of allergies and treatment options here. Our faith cannot be corrupted by such lies as this.”

“But Father,” Marine protested, “I am also a woman of faith. But I cannot just stand by and watch as this condition threatens to take Martin’s life. He needs the proper care necessary.”

"Do you remember the Ten Plagues in the Book of Exodus?" Father Johannes questioned, opening the book. "Yes, I remember," Marine told him. "But that has nothing to do with--"

"'And it shall become small dust in all the land of Egypt'," Father Johannes began to recite, silencing Marine, "'and shall be a boil breaking forth with blains upon man, and upon beast, throughout all the land of Egypt'. Say it."

Marine was adamant. "This has nothing to do with Martin's situation," she protested. "We cannot risk another allergic reaction--" "Say it!" Father Johannes ordered, slamming his fist on the desk.

Marine sighed heavily. "'And shall be a boil breaking forth with blains upon man'," she recited, "'and upon beast, throughout all the land of Egypt'...This is serious! We have to take Martin's health into consideration!"

"'And they took ashes of the furnace, and stood before Pharaoh'," Father Johannes said out loud, ignoring Marine, "'and Moses sprinkled it up toward heaven; and it became a boil breaking forth with blains upon man and upon beast'! Say it!" "'And it became a boil breaking forth with blains upon man, and upon beast'," Marine recited through clenched teeth.

"Don't you see?" Father Johannes questioned. "All this talk about allergies and treatments...Those doctors are trying to fill your head with nonsense.” “But Dr. Girardin was very thorough on his explanation,” Marine assured. “The doctors made sure to give Martin the best treatment possible.”

Father Johannes glared at Marine. “Sister, they are all the same,” he told her. “Just lying, sinful practitioners who are non-believers of the natural order. Using science to justify a sickness or ailment…all I see is a plague bringing judgment to that child!

“And I don’t need to remind you,” he continued, “that the only reason I let those two boys in this orphanage was because you were so persistent in caring for them. And now that you’ve informed of this nonsense, Martin’s judgment now falls on to you, and only you. Understand?”

Marine slowly nodded yes, her head hanging slightly. “Yes, Father,” she answered.

Father Johannes nodded. “Now go. Take the boys to bed,” he ordered, waving for her to leave.

…

Marine closed the door behind her as Tintin and Martin both got up from the bed. “What happened?” Tintin questioned. “Father Johannes sounded upset.”

Marine sighed. “It was a matter of private discussion,” she told the two boys. “But I promise you, I will do everything I can to ensure Martin doesn’t get another allergic reaction.”

“I’m gonna be okay?” Martin asked.

Marine gave his hair a light ruffle. “You will,” she assured him. “But you know, Martin. You’ll be living with this your whole life. People will be confused by your condition, and some will be disgusted by it. But just know that there will always be people willing to help you.”

Tintin smiled. “And don’t worry, Martin!” he told him. “I’m gonna protect you from whoever tries to make you eat peanuts!”

Martin sniffed a little. “You will?” he asked.

Tintin smiled.

“I will, brother dear.”

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

Consider: Ghost having an allergy to sunlight. He's always covered from head to toe, and while yes, he is trying to hide his identity, it would be fun to explore that.

Like, when he is in direct sunlight for even a few seconds he starts to develop an itchy red rash. When he's in it for 10 minutes or longer blisters start to appear. If he is covered, he can be in direct sunlight all he wants, though heat rashes can occur if he isn't careful and doesn't take the correct precautions. Of course he gets them often when on the field, cause ain't no way is that man taking off any of his gear or taking care of himself the way he should for that. Does he regret it later? Yeah, of course he does. But will it prevent him from doing it again? Nope, not in the slightest. In his mind, it's a worthy price to pay to make sure his team is safe and his job is done correctly.

The first to find out is Price, of course, checking in on him in the Med Bay after a mission. He scolds him for not taking better care of himself and then helps him apply lotion to his back. Soap finds out unintentionally. He's getting his wounds patched up after a mission and Ghost is in the room watching over him. Price comes in to check on them and sees Ghost squirming in discomfort. (Soap would have noticed if the medic wasn't blocking his view of the man.) Price tries to be quiet when asking if it was the heat, but Soap can hear them talking. The medic sighs and shakes her head when hearing that, yet again, Ghost didn't take care of himself and got another one. Meanwhile, Ghost is ordered to remove his excess gear so he's not irritating his skin further.

[snzluv3r]

hopping on to say oh my god spring has SPRUNG and allergies are…very bothersome to say the least. i cannot stop sneezing and stifling just tickles my entire nose out into my face and ears until i can’t stifle anymore, so being in public has been…fun 😅 i’ve noticed that there are certain trees here and there along the sidewalk that basically set me off just by walking past them because of how heavily perfumed the blossoms on them are and the way the scent burns in my already flaring, irritated nostrils

i’ve started to hold my breath when i walk past the ones that look extra flowery but a lot of the time i’m so focused on holding back a sneezing fit until i’m alone that i only notice the tree after the scent has already hit my nose, or i forget that i was supposed to be paying attention in the first place. it happened the other day and i was barely able to stifle the first few sneezes before i had to pull back the collar of my shirt and sneeze down into it towards my chest until i could stop—i literally just sat down on the curb and sneezed my head off, all over myself. it was humiliating but extremely satisfying to let them out and sneeze as desperately and harshly as i needed to—as i’d needed to all day. thank god it was a quiet, random side street, so i can tell myself that nobody saw me to spare some of the embarrassment

allergy season is hitting me so damn hard

[plural-culture-is]

Plural culture is having a alter who insists on drinking tea despite the rest of the system both hating it and the body being mildly allergic (not dangerous just makes our mouth itch

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[aurorashard]

So I have a new egg allergy, and it's all a bit overwhelming! I'm sure there is a Tumblr community for food allergy sufferers; anyone have any good resources? Thank you!

[kimetsu-chan]

ik I don’t normally talk abt stuff like this, but it’s been really weighing me down a lot. This is a major vent(rlly bad and prob rlly triggering) and I’m talking to no one in particular, just in general. I would encourage ppl not to say anything abt it or just not read it at all bc I’m mostly just typing what I cannot say out loud.

Okay, so the presidential election is this year. Yeah, I’ve heard abt project 2025 😐 I’ve read about it. And I want to scream. How has trump managed to make something that infinitely worse than Kosa(imo)

because holy fuck, I know this is not what I should be focusing on and it’s low-key selfish, but reversing women’s rights?! I’m not 100% sure what that entails, but I’ve seen a screenshot of the actual legitimate document saying that the only “valid family” is with a working husband and a stay-at-home wife.

Do you not understand how frustrating it is to have the ability to do whatever you want with your life dangled in front of you for your entire life, and be told you could be whoever you want to be, just for it to very possibly be ripped away from you right as you get close to adulthood.

Everything about this is so horrendous?!

I already wished I lived anywhere but the us, but it’s so much worse now.

If Trump becomes president again, and if this project gets put into place, would I even be able to leave the country??! Would I be allowed to live in another country, or would I be forced to stay here, miserable.

like, in all seriousness, completely 100% genuine right now. I might actually just kill myself if and when I get to adulthood if this happens, and if I am forced into a life I don’t want. I’m already suicidal, and the thought that I won’t get to experience life as I told I would be able to would absolutely crush me and would probably be the final straw tbh.

It feels like I’m being toyed with, why are some(<- important, i know good Christians) Christians so fucking entitled and cruel and just horrible. This is going to drive people AWAY from your religion, it’s going to make people hate it! Why does trump think he gets to shove all of his beliefs onto everyone else and force everyone to comply. I don’t want to be a stay at home mom, hell, I don’t think I want to be a mom, period!!

I thought we stepped away from all the toxic stuff before lgbt and women’s rights. But no, apparently not.

I am actually raging and crying over this, you cannot do this to me! Or anyone! It’s not fair!!

I hate this place, I don’t want to be here anymore, genuinely :(

likely will take this down later, but I desperately needed to get this off my chest bc idk if I can trust my dad enough to talk abt it. Bc my family is super religious and I’m guessing my dad is a trump supporter. God, I hope not.

[cadathecat]

oh, youse guys got peanut allergies??

don't worry, i gotcha!!

get the fuck outta he'e!!

[veersnz]

TW : Alcohol mention / Allergies

I don't know if anyone has ever made a post about it but I now know for a fact that drinking alcohol makes your hay fever worse. Do what you want with that information 🥴 (and drink responsibly xD)