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I spent the better part of my afternoon in the emergency room.

While camping last week, I was bitten by mosquitoes... it happens when one is out in mosquito territory, not that big of a deal.

I've itched and itched. Have taken allergy medicine and applied cream and what not. In general, I dealt.

While in the car with my mom (she was going to the doctor to pick up x-rays of her own to take to another specialist, long story, but I was going along so as to have an excuse to not go to a staff meeting at the pool) She looked over at me unconsciously scratching at one of the bites. She asked if I had noticed the how swollen and red and overall yuckyness to the bite. I hadn't. I looked down, and seeing the red inflamed bruise like area around the bite, and pointed out to her that they all looked that way, but that I thought nothing of it.

We get to the doctor, she picks up her x-rays, and points out to the nurse my bites. The nurse shakes her head and says that the doctor should look at them, that it looked like possible lyme disease.

Great.

I go over to the urgent care department, stand in line and wait for the receptionist. She asks what I need to see the doctor for, and I tell her some gnarly looking bug bites. She looks over the counter, and says that I should go to emergency.

I really wasn't too concerned about the bites. They itch, I scratch. They're annoying, but I hadn't given them a second thought. Here I am being sent to the ER.

I get to the ER, I'm checked in and all... blah blah blah. My mom is freaking out, I'm asked a million questions - my favorite of course was whether or not I'm pregnant. Tests are ran, I'm poked and whatnot. The diagnoses; Skeeter Syndrome. I'm allergic to mosquitoes. Go figure.

So I'm on stronger allergy meds for the next few days and have to apply steroid cream.