My immune system hates me

Anyone who knows me can probably tell you that I have I'm allergic to like, everything.  And I have tons of things wrong with me.  And I get sick all the time.  And I'm really clumsy.  And I have really bad luck.  And I'm really, really, really bad at talking.

For real. If you don't believe me, here's a list of my known allergies:

Pets (specifically PUPPIES. Dogs too, but I like puppies more.)

Insect stings (Apparently my blood is delicious too because I always get at least a hundred bites)

Dust

Tree nuts (specifically walnuts, but I'm to avoid all tree nuts which means no Nutella)

Skin allergy (This just means I get rashes and hives randomly)

On top of all that, I have pretty bad asthma, Raynaud's disease, patella tendinitis in both knees, and my orthopedic told me I show signs of rheumatoid arthritis.

A lot of people have told me countless times that I need to be careful with what I do and eat because I'm such a hazard, but I rarely listen and continue on living my life.  I should probably be more careful, but you know what?  I have a God who's stronger than my weaknesses and who will heal me and protect me under all circumstances. Rather on dwelling on the negative, I plan on live my life fearlessly for the Lord.

"They do not worry about how short life is, because God keeps them busy with what they love to do."

-Ecclesiastes 5:20