I'm a freak!

So for about a year and a half I've had some sort of weird skin condition, where my skin is more sensitive and often gets welts or hives. I kept intending to go to a doctor, but didn't quite get around to it. So then I'd come across a pamphlet in the doctor's office at my work describing the very thing that it seemed I had. Dermatographia! (is this literally translated as "skin-writing"? I think it is.) Anyway, astrophysicat and I both read it and decided it was definitely that. And given that there is no real solution, I ignored it and just took benadryl if it really annoyed me.

So then recently, in a fit of being more responsible about my health and well-being I scheduled all kinds of stuff, appointments left and right. Dentist, physical, dermatologist, root canal. Get it all done. (oops, forgot to schedule something else. My bad, I'll do it soon) So I went yesterday to the dermatologist. Walked in, described it, she wrote something on me with a capped pen, waiting a few seconds, then said, "You have dermatographia. It's pretty rare. Only 5% of people have that. Here, this drug will work better than benadryl." And so lo, we were right in our self-diagnosis. Woo!

But so then I thought about it. I'm one of 5% of people who have this. I'm also AB-, which apparently is less than 1% of the population. Am I a statistical freak of nature? I think I might be.

I called my parents later (to talk about new housing stuff, not this) and the freak of nature thing came up. My aunt gets on the phone and tells me that there are several odd statistically improbable things that run in our family too (that, oddly, doesn't include dermatographia, go figure). Family of freaks, I'm telling you. Heh.