It was my freshman year, Thanksgiving Break, I broke out into a full body rash. My mother took me to the nearest hospital after my throat began to tickle. I got a steroid shot and was sent on my way. Well the evil rash would not go away, and I was miserable. After weeks of suffering with it, my mom took me to our family doctor. He sent us to the allergist. The allergist turned my life upside down. No more cinnamon and artificial dyes in food or drugs. And no Nickel contact.
I soon learned to adjust to me new eating lifestyle and things were well. Then, Junior year, back to football, my mother notices my arms covered in bruises. I mean covered, like I was mugged. So I had to go get some tests done. My PTINR came back all out of whack and I started the fun of jumbling in and out of football and wrestling.
My journey took me through multiple doctors and specialists. First the hemotologist, then the dermatologist, then the immunalogist, then finallly the rheumatologist. She diagnosed me with Hughes Syndrome. Now I get to enjoy the pleasures of this disease and their effects on my life.