
I'm still not exactly sure what happened, but between three and five o'clock on Tuesday, I noticed that I was itching a lot all over my body. As far as I knew, I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary like walking through the woods or eaten something that I had never had before. So I went and checked it out and there were what looked like mosquito bites all over my body. Well I didn't sit in a pile of fire ants like I had when I was a kid visiting my grandma in Lousiana. I could't remember getting biten or stung by anything recently. A fly had landed on me but I highly doubt that is what caused it. So I went home, bathed in some anti-itch ointment, hung out with Aaron for a bit, and went to bed. When I woke up in the morning, it had moved to my feet! Talk about agony! AND I had to work at Taco Bell that day. After work, I went home as fast as I could and lathered up in some more stuff, relaxed a little to let it soak in, went to church and then went back to Aaron's. But by the time I got home, it was twice as worse as the day before. Huge welts all over my back and arms, and it even started spreading to my FACE. So, once again, I did what I do best, and laid down in bed. But this time before trying to fall asleep, I remembered to say my prayers; "Oh dear Jesus, MAKE IT STOP!" Well, I must say, God is faithful because I went the whole next day without a single itch.