Someone asked me to describe Mast Cell Activation disorder and I thought of this analogy. It's like if all the inactive ingredients in medications got fed up with their positions in society and decided to stage a revolt in your body. bat mitzvah dresses

"Who the hell you calling inactive?" shouted Calcium Stearate before invoking anaphylaxis.

"I feel so small when you call me inert," whined Potassium Sorbate as she punched small holes into the intestinal wall.

"Nobody's ever taken my work seriously," sighed Sorbic Acid after lighting fire to a body full of hives.