Spy Poisons Self

If it's not one thing, it's another. The stars must not be aligned right in my chart or something. Sorry to be a complaint wart. But you would not believe my next excuse for being distracted from my job.

For some reason, last week, my immune system had gone haywire. I had developed a mysterious allergy. Oh yes, how am I going to explain this to my agent? And she's coming to town. After a series of brilliant, but too late, deductions, I finally narrowed it down to the new detergent that I bought on sale. The spy turned into a sleuth, you see.

But the damage had been done. I had been having awful tension headaches the last couple of days. I had, at first, dismissed them as mere tension headaches. However, two days ago, I started feeling dizzy. And I felt weak and dry-mouthed. And lots of trips to the bathroom. So, so, odd.

Those were just the internal symptoms. At the risk of too much information...strange incredibly itchy bruises/blotches had developed around the collar and areas where my skin stayed "damp" from perspiration during hot work days. That was when I started getting suspicious. I thought I was getting the plague. My workers thought I must be having wild nights of passion because of these "hickeys."

If my explanation to them produced such dubious disbelieving expressions ("Yeah, IF you say so, Jenny, suuuure they're from some kind of allergy..."), how would that carry over to the rest of the sympathetic world? :-P I know, I know, you guys think I'm going nuts. How could detergent or allergy to it be causing nausea? Skin problems, yeah, I buy that, but a general "I'm not well" feeling? Sigh.

You think that's funny? Think about a laundry load of 100 t-shirts and 30 towels. Argghhhh.

You want to know something even funnier? At the moment, I'm writing about Hell's physical and emotional reaction after the serum has been in her system for a while. Talk about scary. Maybe I'm getting too close to my characters because I sure feel Hell's pain at the moment. This should make a good horror story, don't you think? Writer writes the story of a special drug and the deeper the story gets, the more the writer shows the symptoms.

Argghhh. I guess it's good Hell's not going to die....

OTOH, if I write about Hell and a threesome with Jed and Heath, then wouldn't I* get real hickeys from that encounter? ;-)

Life surely can't be this eventful for everyone else, can it? Scratch, scratch.

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