So. I think I’m having food allergies. Or something. My entire body is covered in nasty, itchy bumps of some kind. It started while I was chatting with Adam online and my head started itching horribly. I scratched it a little and when the itching persisted and got worse, I said to Adam, “My head is really itching. I hope I don’t have lice.” I then remembered that itchiness isn’t a very good topic when it comes to Adam. I remember back in the summer when I was itching my eyes due to another kind of allergy and he basically said that if I didn’t stop itching, a vein in my eye would burst and my eye would explode. Except not the last part. Itching is to Adam as homosexual marriage is to [some] residents of Texas.
After a little while, other places on my body, including my chest and arms started itching, too. I checked my arms, and they had what looked like little bug bites on them. I went to the bathroom to look in the mirror and saw that my upper chest was also covered in these itty bitty bug bite-like thingies. I went back to my computer and told Adam that “ohmygosh, my whole body is covered in bug bites!” As I searched my mind as to how I could possibly have gotten a billion insect bites on my body (the ninety degree hotel room, maybe?), Adam told me that maybe I should go see a doctor. When my complaining about my itchy state continued, he suggested that maybe go to the ER. This just freaked me out more. Go to the ER?! OHMYGOSH. Am I DYING? I informed him that I was both terrified of doctors and home alone. He told me to perhaps call 911, once again, freaking me out.
When my parents finally got home (at like ELEVEN), I told them about my little problem. They took a look at some of the thingies on my arm and said that it was probably an allergic reaction. To food probably. The only out of the ordinary things that I had eaten tonight were those Hersheys Kisses with caramel. And I had eaten A LOT of those due to the fact that they were the only thing within arm’s reach and I was in a lazy mood.
Because of people (Adam) freaking me out, I also started to have little psychosomatic symptoms. I say psychosomatic, because they seem like things that I felt just because I was so nervous. Like more itching, dizziness and slight hot flashes. I hope this doesn’t mean that I’m dying or something. That would suck.
[UPDATE: There are now itchy red streaks running down my legs. What. The. Fudge.]