?

Log in

No account? Create an account
Red Lipstick & Green Ink [userpic]

Strange Cure.

June 5th, 2006 (02:34 am)

People take offense when you do not embrace their familiars.

I have always had a handicap, there.

Bird, Cat, Dog, Rat.......I cannot touch them anymore.
I could when I was younger, and only sneeze.
As I have grown older--the last two or three years really...
It has gotten much worse.

Welts, blisters, an inability to breathe.

I've only had one real pet, Bill...he was a large rat.
A wonderfully LARGE rat with agoraphobia.
He would only leave his home for me.

He very nearly killed me.
circa 1996?
I loved him.

I was learning to sleep on mini-thins when my mother finally
convinced me to give him to a little school...where he would serve a higher purpose.

Mini-thins are actually for something other than keeping you awake.
(Wildly enough)
They, they keep you breathing.
Bronchiodilators.
They are not easy to learn to sleep on.

I was the only girl on the block buying them at the corner store
for the right reasons.
*LAUGHS*

It was a school for little ones from horrible places...places that made going into regular
school right away.........too much. This place made them ready, made them comfortable.
Bill...His job? He got to be a treat. They got to feed him cheerios, and read to him...
He was their chubby treat, a kind rat with a huge heart. I know he listened. I know he
cared.

I choose to believe he is still there, doing his job well. They say rats don't live ten years.
Rarely even five... But Hey. I saw Bladerunner. Back off. He's SO still there.



All this to say.........

I haven't been able to stay for any amount of time in the place where HE has been
staying. Two dogs, several cats....and every time I sat on the furniture I erupted in welts.
Tiny blisters along the inside of my arm--where I contacted the furniture.

A very tidy place, but full of creatures.

No breathe good.
Itchy.
Uncomfortable? Always.

Sit outside, throw myself in the pool....these things done, to stay.


He's getting his new place soon, making Austin HOME again, with a lease and a
contract and...he'll live close to me and not on the far North of my Town.

But even then, he will still have the dog. Dear Maggie, the Pit-bull something or other...
He will still have the cat. Kh-Dhitty the magic mouser and finder of all wiggly things.

He will still be a man with animals.
Biohazards, to me.
Familiars to him.


Tonight.

I went back with him to his Host's house.
Drew, with cedar planks smoking to perfection...salmon on the grill...
I was (less than) fresh from work on the patio at Opal's and took a long long long
shower. Scrubbed my face and arms and legs....and took a blade to my legs that
made me smoooooooooth and clean. Triple blades. I didn't know, they actually ARE
better?!! (no, seriously, a face razor taken to your legs...three blades? BETTER.
I will never go back to cheap blades again...and that is saying something.)

And sat in that house full of animals, in a Yukata (what is the men's version called
I cannot remember--but I looked at the tag, it was made in Japan, and it is
WONDERFUL. I know His mum must have found it for him.)

I was warm and wet and clean, smooth. I found a hair brush in the third drawer,
and everything fell into place. (Drew's place is a bit like elitistbill's place.
Everything a woman needs is there, she just needs to look for it.)

I took ONE benadryl. And sat, and watched the FOX line-up of cartoons I adore.
Ate with my friends....
Was comfortable.

Held the man I love, sprawled on the couch...

No rash, no blisters, no sneezing.
Two pit-bull something or others struggling with each other
around the coffee table, until sent outside...Like ill behaved hockey players.

Still, I was okay.

He and I left for my place.

I have tomorrow off, and he works at 8 AM on the other side of the universe.
(SEE: way North)
He has four hours of sleep now, and I hope they are restful ones.
I hope he is actually sleeping, and the clicks of my keys are not keeping him
awake. The clicks of anyone's keys would keep ME awake.

*laughs-sighs-really-hopes-he's-asleep*



See, this weird thing happened again tonight.
HE got the sniffles here, in my flat.

He has been doing that........
getting sniffly here.

He, with the face of the Angel that has to be the Angel of Light...heh.
Morning Star! (That's SATAN for those of you not raised by a Southern Baptist Mum)
Looks at me tonight and says: I've never had allergies of any kind.

::SNIFF SNIFF SNIFFLE::

And I look at him.

He's smiling at me.

He's sniffling.

In my HOME.

Would you like a benadryl?

He finally nods.
I dose him.

I look at him.
I look at him.

He grins.

I fall into him.

He's allergic to my home???

My weird little room full of dust and books and stuffed Fraggles.
Chests of memories and a closet full of ghosts and cloth.

The man with no allergies ever, sniffles and gets stuffed up....here?

I look at him.

I choose to believe.

I choose to believe, he has taken on part of what makes me unable
to stay with him.

Sleep in his arms in his own home.

He's taken on part of it.........he sniffles, swallows his benadryl.
Falls asleep.

I sit here at the keys, clicking away, trying to tell a story I do not know
how to tell. Trying to be quiet and still.

I can't explain it.
I could never have spent that much time in that place tonight....
a few weeks ago.

Now?
I'm dosing a man with no allergies.

Somehow, and I cannot explain it, somehow.....
he is CARRYING part of this for me.

Sharing it with me.

Comments

Posted by: They call me 'Benton' (die7fox)
Posted at: June 5th, 2006 02:02 pm (UTC)

I can't do Benadryl. It's like a date rape drug when I take it.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 5th, 2006 02:17 pm (UTC)
Bad Girl

Me too.

I lose it. But it keeps me breathing when I can't.

And I did NOT molest him in his sleep, though there was a moment
when the comforter was pulled juuuuust so across him--that I DID
want to take a picture.

DIDN'T!

Should've.

Posted by: hairypolack (hairypolack)
Posted at: June 5th, 2006 02:27 pm (UTC)

Get a pet Bert

theyre hypoallergenic



Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 5th, 2006 02:53 pm (UTC)
Grover&Bob

Dear God.

I love when you respond wth pictures...it never makes me want to kill you.

You know, I think in my present relationship I AM Bert.
Had an epiphany watching Sesame Street the other day...

The two of them sang a little song.

How Bert doesn't like his rubber ducky
and Ernie doesn't like pigeons.....

"But I---I Like
You."

I need to get out more.


Seriously though, we communicate visually, you and I
much better.

*GRINS HER ASS OFF*

4 Read Comments