As you may well remember, faithful readers who remain, I've experienced a couple of hives outbreaks in my life. While my first close encounter with the condition saw me rush to the allergist and fear the worst, the second encounter made me take pause. I connected the dots, seeing the bigger picture: it's extreme stress that's making me break into hives.
If I had any lingering doubts about the cause of my hives, friends, they have finally been quashed by yet some more evidence supporting the I-stress-way-too-much theory. This time, the stress was brought on by the heebie jeebies associated with purchasing a property; these hee-jees included the scramble to find a new mortgage broker after my last broker pulled a "surprise-I-don't-know-how-to-do-my-job" on me, the seller decided her life's purpose was to call me and harass me at work about signing contracts that were, literally, illegible, and my legal team--apparently following the mortgage broker's example, sat back and gave me a "gosh-those-I-regret-hiring-you-in-the-first-place-blues-look-really-not-that-much-fun-from-where-we're-sitting" look."
All of this happened in one day, folks.
So, it shouldn't have been too much of a surprise when, the following day, I broke out into "holy-shit-what-the-fuck-do-I-think-I'm-doing-buying-an-apartment" hives.
My allergist's advice when I called her for her wisdom: "You should really think about taking a day or two of the week to relax and not stress so much."