I am an allergic mess. My back and stomach was hives and a giant itch. I considered my self lucky. My brother had it done at the same time. He had mountains and craters. I rejected shots. I had to make a decision. Live like my sister; fear of the "attack", hives, respiratory problems, stay indoors, multiple filters on everything and more. She never eats anything new. She eats the same thing for fear of that allergy. She refuses to go out to eat at restaurants with us. Her reason is that one of us might order and eat something she can't have. It would make her jealous and sad. My motto is big deal. I try and do enjoy life. My personality won't let me do less. I observe and take precautions for environmental allergies. In my first winter here in South Central Texas I thought I was becoming psychotic. I go outside for work, wheezing, difficulty breathing, if I stayed out to long hives started. Back in house, I clear up. Rinse and repeat. I was actually crying that I was going crazy. I evidently didn't want to work. I thought I was becoming burnt out. My subconscious was sending me some serious messages. How could I support my pets? After several weeks I went to doctor. I told him I was going crazy. I was having respiratory attacks when I went to work. He laughed and asked me how long I had been in Texas and if it was my first winter. Not long and yes. I learned what mountain cedar was. I was also told that crazy usually state THEY think or say I am crazy. Very rarely I THINK I am going crazy. So I had to have a outside reason. I stopped counting medication allergies prescription and OTC. Those just get added to my list. In my reckless youth (35 yo) I had a major rebellion. I was tired of being asked how do you know that you are allergic? What makes you think that you are becoming allergic? That doctor didn't want to change that seizure medicine. I was showing signs of allergy to it. But I had to have it. By the time I got to office breathing was improved and often normal. Each attack was a bit worse, hives and turning lilac were added to the mix. I was a ICU/CCU registered nurse. I had an inkling of allergies and their consequences. So I went to office, showed nurse bottle. Took one in her sight. I sat down. I woke up on a respirator in an ambulance. I was given a variety of lectures afterwards. I told them that it wasn't the first and probably wouldn't be the last time a medication put me on a respirator. If I or someone says they are allergic listen. People can choose to live or exist. I woke up this morning to someone feathered insisting I play peekaboo and get her morning chop. Not to four walls and a moaning groaning morning. I take reasonable precautions. According to my sister that means none. But I am happy.