Hunny and I are housesitting for a friend this weekend. It's supposed to be our "weekend retreat" in nature. Even though it's beautiful and serene and full of plant-life and smog-free air, I was a little concerned that I'd be uncomfortable. I usually get really wigged-out at night, in a "strange" place. But ::knock wood:: so far so good. Not quite wigged yet.
I stopped at the local community video store on my way up. It's been so long since I've visited a place like this. You know the kind. They have only one or two copies of each new release. Everything inside is made of natural wood - log cabin-like. I had to sign my name in a notebook, showing I rented movies and paid for them. Very quaint. I love it.
I have everything I need - well, almost everything. I remembered to pack my toothbrush but neglected to pack a tube of toothpaste. Ironically, my friend has extra toothburushes, but no toothpaste.
So I brushed without toothpaste last night and doubled-up on my CoolMint Listerine PocketPaks. This morning I had my choice of minty green mouthwash or mediciney orange mouthwash. Without a thought, I went for the mint and swished a mouthful for a while. There was some left in the cup so I repeated the swishing, only this time, I decided to read the ingredients. Sort of like reading the breakfast cereal box at the table.
I don't know if you remember but I found out last year that I'm deathly allergic to sulfa. I also have intense allergic reactions to the sulfates in wine [and the hops in beer]. Well, right there, in my hand, third in the list of ingredients: SULFATE.
There I stood, bug-eyed and frozen, staring at myself in the mirror - still with a mouthful. I spewed and spit all possible liquid from my mouth till my tongue was dry. I hadn't swallowed any of the mouthwash - but still, it was the second rinse, clearly penetrating my mucus membranes.
Random thoughts ran through my head: My cell phone doesn't get reception up here. The land phone battery-life is basically lifeless. I'm miles away from a hospital. My hair looks atrocious.
I just knew I had to keep an eye on the events of the next few hours. My mouth swelled up a bit, my tongue began to prickle with tiny welts and my skin [especially my scalp] began to itch with warm tinglies. Uh-oh.
More swarms of random thoughts: I didn't pack my benedryl. I have to tell the video store that one of the tapes I rented last night is broken. I don't know how to counteract sulfate.
I suddenly realized it was up to me to just be okay. It wasn't going to do me any good to panic up on the mountaintop. So I made some tea, fed Hunny and then we drove down the hill. By the time I reached Santa Monica I had forgotten all about the incident. I stopped at a health-food store and bought toothpaste after I walked a couple of dogs [yes, work on a Saturday. yay, for the work. boo, for the Saturday]
When I got back to the mountaintop, I watered the lush garden, took some pictures of incredibly beautiful lizards, marveled at Hunny barking and growling at "big doggies" [horses] grazing on the hillside, and critter-watched out of the corners of my eyes while reading in the sun overlooking the hills and valleys.
I made some dinner and here I sit, sun-soaked, posting this entry. My throat is a little tight and my head and ears are still a bit tingly. But for the most part, I'm just fine. Life is grand. I love it up here. [::thud:: I forgot to pick up my Benedryl. DON'T PANIC]
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Email and journaling are a bit tedious here. I love my friend dearly but I can see why she doesn't spend a lot of time online. Aside from the slow dial-up modem and very low RAM on this computer, the screen is teeny tiny and the setup just isn't comfortable enough to spend more than a few minutes here. Posting links, pictures or graphics is just out of the question.
So, this may be my last post until Monday. And if you've sent me email, please forgive the delay. I'll be sure to get to email and responding to comments by Monday as well.
Happy Easter to those who celebrate.