For most of the year, an itch is just just an itch. A casual nuisance that works itself out within a few moments. But during the peak of allergy season, it is as if the itch takes hold to the point that night or day all I can do is scratch and lick myself raw. Sometimes it gets so bad, that terror of terrors, it becomes strong enough to drive food from my mind. So that I have to stop and ask, do I have an itch, or does the itch have me?