It's Just Allergies

I remember my mother proudly telling her sister that one of her three kids didn’t have any allergies, none at all! Her other two got hit with the allergies bad, right from birth. When her son was about five, she bought him a whole Guinea pig setup, the cage, the food, the pig, the whole nine yards, only to have the animal for a day or so before having to give it up when she discovered he was covered in hives. Allergies are run-of-the-mill in my family, everyone has them. My cousin had to use her nebulizer nightly, my sister can’t ride horses, my uncle can’t go near a bunny, yet somehow I managed to avoid it. Or so I thought. My allergies hit me like a bus when I turned twelve. Puberty man. My mom’s golden child is now the worst of them all. As far as I know, that means only my cousin David made it to adulthood unscathed, lucky stiff. When I say my allergies hit me like a bus, I mean they hit FAST and HARD. When I dig into the depths of my memory (who can really remembe...