OMG tell me I’m not the only one who realizes they have to “go” about half way through the application of their nail polish. Why oh why have I done this repeatedly????? I’m pretty sure the ensuing potty dance with flailing arm and screeching groans taps deep into my American Indian dna and brings rain storms.
Let me be clear, I’m referring to fingers not toes. If you are relating to this post and thinking toes I just must hear the rest of that reasoning.
I totally get what it means when something is out of whack but was it in whack before? What started this saying – out of whack? Why? I mean, for example – “It’s been the craziest day. I’m completely out of whack. Nothing is going my way today” or “It’s been a great day. I’m soooo in whack. Everything is going my way today.” ~ Ya… NO! I really feel for people trying to learn the English language as adults. It defies logic regularly.
If anyone out there has a good explanation as to how something can be out of whack without first having been in whack, please, please by all means explain it to me!
Last night Roger and I strapped on our backpacks and went for a hike deep, deep in the woods. Jeans, snakeboots, long sleeve shirt, gloves, hat and and bug shield whole head cover. (It’s Florida, this is necessary) I should be good to go right. Wrong!! A hard hike complete, we hop in the truck to head home. Now mind you the only things I have removed at this point are my gloves and whole head cover. Whammo, something bit or stung me on my upper left arm. Figuring it was another freaking yellow fly (demon spawns from Hell they are) I smack and figure oh great, another 3 weeks of itching like crazy. Oh, how I wish, how I wish that’s all it was! I think the yellow flies have heard my nasty remarks about wishing for their extinction and have formed an evil plot against me. By the time we got home not only was I itching like mad I was now also quite swollen. I’m super sensitive to those demon spawns so some swelling is to be expected. This started to go beyond that. I put on some topical itch relief stuff which did help to stop the itch but now my arm was feeling hot and huge. Ok, hmmm??? Roger decides maybe it was a wasp. I’ve never been stung by a wasp so I have no idea how I’ll react and off to google I go. Yep, seems like this could be a wasp instead. Packed in ice, I headed for bed. I didn’t sleep because the swelling was interfering with my circulation just enough to get the tingles, driving me nuts. By morning the whole upper arm, elbow to shoulder was monster sized, hard as a rock and hot as lava. Oddly enough I just happened to have a doctor’s appointment anyway so I figured I could wait for that. I got there, in comes the doc, checks my arm, returns in a few with a shot. Now I’m on a steroid for the “allergic reaction”. Let me remind you, we were out there to get hard core exercise, exercise I desperately need because
I can’t stand being this chunky. Now I’m on a steroid which will make me GAIN. Lovely.
Yellow flies
and there evil pals (wasps I assume – still unknown) 1, Me 0. This is not the end. Oh you better watch out you demon spawns from Hell. It’s on now. I will take down everyone of you I see and you’re evil pals too!
*Update: I’m seriously thinking about inventing my 
very own hazmat suit with a built in air conditioner. I’ll be all Stay Puff Marshmallow in the woods. Maybe I could make the a/c’s exhaust kill all the demon spawns. Hmmmm
