I am an oddity. Yes, you are aware of this, but I can take it to levels you have never known. It's my gift. And my curse. Sigh.
Most people I know are allergic to things. My brother has milk and egg whites, my one sister has metal and dogs, and the other has strawberries, orange juice and the like. I have never been allergic to anything edible. (Except things I don't like. Or that make my tummy hurt, but that's from the old ulcer, not the allergy.) I am allergic to one thing.
I'm allergic to the cold.
You would think this is insane and I must be the only one, but it runs in the family. My mom had it and at least one sister has it. The cold gives us hives. If not properly bundled, certain extremities develop hives. Big, nasty, itchy, swollen hives.
So, when I am out for more than 10 mins, I have to wear long johns. This week, I forgot. And here is what happened.
If you look closely (although, you likely don't want to) you can see the line where my jacket stops protecting me. This is about 5 mins after the walk, so it had a bit to warm up by then. The hives are just starting above my knee and creeping upwards. It takes at least an hour or a hot shower (baths are way too painful at this point) for it to resume normal functioning.
Oh how I love winter. My anscestors must have hated me when they chose to live here. It jumps from -40 Celcius to + 40 celcius in a matter of 6 months. I can't win.
My other fun fact is, I burn like a mofo in the summer. That's why my favourite season is the three weeks of fall we have. It's the only time I'm not at risk of serious damage.
**** Edit: DO NOT click on the picture. It will take you to the biggest view of my thigh ever to exist. It is not good. It will burn your retinas. ***