It is a well known/ well self-documented fact that I have a weird skin disorder that allows me to write on my skin. For a year I wasn’t sure what caused it until I realized that everything caused it. A brush against the carpet, hives. A scrape against a wall, hives. Somebody grabs my arm, hives. When I relayed to my coworkers what the cause was of my red itchy skin they simply replied ” Of course that’s what it is. If anyone would have a weird, freaky skin disorder it would be you.” The constant itch of my hives is not even the most annoying part; that honor goes to the fact that this will only go away with time. How much time you ask? About 5 years is the rough estimate of the medical profession.
My weird hives brings me to today. I was casually sitting on my supervisor’s floor sorting through files, humming the alphabet in my head to find the one I was looking for, when she noticed my red, irritated arms. “You know I’m allergic to rain in Costa Rica, well actually the volcano ash that is in rain. I swell up when it touches me” she said trying to offer me solace in my weirdness.
“So what you are saying is you are allergic to volcanoes?”
“Well yeah, and also cold water. My hands swell up when I wash them in Costa Rica. Oh and also ice cream, never could eat Costa Rican ice cream with out swelling up”
“Wait a minute. Back up” , now I was intrigued, ” You are allergic to cold water, ice cream, and volcanoes?”
“Well just in Costa Rica remember, and it only happened after I was bit by something when I was sleeping in my bug net.”
If this was anyone else rather than my supervisor, I wouldn’t have believed them for a second, but I would trust this woman with my prized mustache cup in an earthquake.
“It was probably a vampire” I said this matter- of -factly, as it was the obvious answer, “that or a radioactive spider. Shame you didn’t get superhuman powers instead of sucky allergies.”
“You have a very active imagination, you know that?”
I know that.
After work I came home to skype my Swedish Viking (that’s his adorable face in the picture above). He had a long day today of writing his thesis. He is a marketing major like me. The only difference is, he is ten times better at it and graduating in a few weeks.
He sighed deeply and told me about the heaviness of his day before scrunching his nose in the air and making a face of disgust. “What is that smell?!?” I watched him sniff around his apartment until he found the likely culprit, his garbage. Easy fix, he sprays cologne on it.
I love my boyfriend.
Now I am lying on the floor looking at the best collection of photographs of old Finnish people with stuff on their heads. You’re Welcome.