8th Grade: One Ghastly Horror
My first hive experience was utter jell. I am not sure if I was more uncomfortable with the intensified itchy welts all over my body or the fact that these spots appeared inevitably and out of the blue. The uncertainty of a cure is just as bad as the disease itself. I live with a condition called chronic urticaria and yes, it means that I get hives for no apparent reason at any given time of day. My first encounter with these demons was in the 8th grade, and since then, each attack gets either progressively worse or stagnant. I was in language arts class watching a documentary about the Nazi regime. It was not the most exhilarating thing I have ever learned in an English class but I paid attention to the best of my ability, as I knew that she might give us a quiz on what we just watched. It all started with a little rash on my neck that looked almost like an inflamed mosquito bite. "God damn, this is one itchy bite, I thought to myself." Within a few minutes, I felt ext