Every year since I was about 15-ish I’ve been breaking out with these little mosquito-sized bumps all over my body right around this time of year. Ok, well not ALL over, just in places that are very convenient to itch. Like my knees, elbows, hands (yes hands you have NO idea how annoying that is!) butt, chin. You get it, right? Its very endearing to my new husband when I walk around scratching my butt you know. He just loves it!
Anyway, last night lemons and I went out to dinner at Texas Roadhouse, (hold the fabulous rolls and cinnamon butter please, we’re trying to lose weight!) and during the conversation I brought up my mosquito bite problem. (For the record they are not mosquito bites, that would be petrifying)
“Well, they sound to me like hives.”
“Do they hurt?”
“Well yeah, the ones that aren’t on the surface yet do, the rest of them just itch.”
“Yeah, I think that’s what it is.”
I’m ok with this diagnosis. In spite of the fact that she is no medical professional, I at least know that she has some knowledge of something, right?
That’s good enough for me.