Of hysteria and horror

I woke up yesterday morning (ok, so it was closer to lunchtime than breakfast, but at least it was before noon), and walked into the bathroom, blurry eyed and feeling fuzzy. I splashed some water on my face and looked in the mirror.

And immediately descended into panic. My neck had turned a sort of grey, all splotchy, with darker bits and lighter bits and in-between bits.

I poked and pressed and wondered how on earth I was going to get to the hospital considering Sylvain wasn't there to take me.

The panic evolved into full blown hysteria. I began thinking about random diseases. Eczema. Leprosy.

I decided that I needed to go to the hospital immediately. Who knew how quickly it would spread onto the rest of my body and what the consequences would be? I began imagining Sylvain coming home from Sweden in a week to find me lying paralysed (or worse) on the bathroom floor.

In the spirit of putting new underwear on when you go to the doctor, I decided to wash my neck before I went to the hospital.

To my surprise, the grey began to wash off. The splotches became less prominent. I scrubbed my neck furiously, and bit by bit I washed away the grey.

This is what happens when you wear a new black feather boa to Rocky Horror Picture Show the night before.

Me and my blue lagoon

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