Since my birthday is this Tuesday, I thought that I would further the practice of making everything about me by discussing some of my identifying characteristics. For example, I’m allergic to everything cute: dogs, cats, rabbits, horses, etc.
Yesterday, Paul was watching the Saints game and bothering me while I was trying to clean. I eventually gave up and just watched it, too. All of a sudden my neck felt like it was burning. I thought it was irritated from Paul’s beard and didn’t really think about it, until it got worse and started itching. I go to the bathroom and I have welps on my neck. I told Paul to look at it, and he didn’t know what the hell was going on besides thinking that he had the most irritating facial hair ever.
And then it hit me. I asked him, “Did you pet one of the cats at your parents’?” He sheepishly says, “Yes,” and quickly follows with, “but I washed my hands.” Didn’t even matter. I was breaking out in hives. I had to take benadryl and slather my neck with lotion. Because he pet a cat hours ago and somehow a little bit of dander was left somewhere, the skin on my neck is exploding.
I then realized that I am a high maintenance person. I like to pretend that I’m not, and I go into bouts of denial. But then something like this happens. I have these weird little issues and problems. When I go places for the weekend I have to bring eighty products to survive. And if I forget one it’s a mini-crisis and I have to go to the store. I feel sorry for the people that have to put up with this. I don’t mean to be this way. I wish I could go somewhere with one small bag and not bring my whole bathroom. But bad things would happen.
