One More Reason To Hate Wal-Mart

[masterofmidgets]

Dear body:

Fuck you. No, seriously, FUCK YOU. It is JANUARY. Everything is DEAD. There is NO POLLEN. Combing my hair should not trigger an allergy attack two days in a row!

Gah, I hate having severe and non-typical allergies. Not as bad as having anaphylactic-type allergies (although I am uber-paranoid about any of my multitude of food sensitivities tripping over in anaphylaxis, like my mom's soft-shell crab allergy did), but it still bites in a huge way. Not only does my body conspire to make me miserable in a thousand different ways, not only do I have to be super OCD about using soaps/lotions/perfumes/laundry detergeant/ANYTHING, but I have to endure some truly frustrating conversations trying to explain this stuff to people.

Case in point, the following conversation I had with Girl I Know during dinner last week:

Girl I Know: *talks about plans to go shopping*

Me: That sounds fun, but I don't really like shopping that much.

Girl I Know: Really? But shopping can be so much fun!

Me: Yeah, but I'm allergic to clothes stores. So, you know, less fun.

Girl I Know: Oh, I used to feel the same way. You just have to find some stores you like, and go with friends and stuff. Then it's cool.

Me: No, I mean I'm actually allergic.

Girl I Know: *says basically the exact same thing she just said*

Me: NO, I MEAN I AM ALLERGIC. IF I AM IN LARGE STORES FOR MORE THAN HALF AN HOUR, I END UP DIZZY, NAUSEOUS, AND IN HORRIBLE PAIN. IT IS NOT FUN.

The best my family has ever been able to figure out (I had allergy testing done when I was a kid and they spent a year prodding me getting ready to take my tonsils out, but I guess they don't test for this stuff), it's mostly an extreme sensitivity to the sizing agents they use on clothes. Not to mention all the other chemicals they use to shine, starch, glue, prettify, and clean in big stores. Getting ready to leave for school last year was pretty much hell - for about two weeks straight, I was spending three hours every day getting dragged all over by my aunt buying new clothes and sheets and notebooks and other college/dorm room stuff, and then the next four curled up in bed with a migraine so bad I couldn't move. Good times.

In other news, I've been using jojoba oil on my hair for the last couple of weeks. And it is fucking awesome. Like, I wasn't entirely sure it was doing all that much, because I am a horrible judge of things to do with my body. But then I was running late and forgot to do it for a wash cycle, and my hair, it exploded into a giant frizzball! I think the fact that it has been raining for two days straight has something to do with it, but still, the difference was DRASTIC. It doesn't look bad, but it is way less tidy and manageable, and just, you know, FRIZZ. DO NOT WANT. So I think this experiment can be called a success. Will be keeping the jojoba oil.
 

Fuck, I love that I don't have class tomorrow until 3.15.