Things that can bite have always seemed to love me. Many is the night I've sat outside with friends who didn't have a mark on them come morning while I lay writhing in weals.
But over the past year I seem to be reacting more (large localised, not systemic thankfully) to them.
I had a couple in Clapton last week which saw my arm swell to double it's usual size.
I got down to Winchester last night to stay with Mother CYOA and had a bite almost immediately after stepping out of the car - my right hand is now the size of a boule.
Why is this happening? Can I have a blood transfusion to make me less tasty lookin'?
Mosquito bites.
Things that can bite have always seemed to love me. Many is the night I've sat outside with friends who didn't have a mark on them come morning while I lay writhing in weals.
But over the past year I seem to be reacting more (large localised, not systemic thankfully) to them.
I had a couple in Clapton last week which saw my arm swell to double it's usual size.
I got down to Winchester last night to stay with Mother CYOA and had a bite almost immediately after stepping out of the car - my right hand is now the size of a boule.
Why is this happening? Can I have a blood transfusion to make me less tasty lookin'?