(I wrote this blog last night, by the way…so when I refer to “yesterday” I’m actually talking about Tuesday, not Wednesday. I am feeling better this morning, thank gods).
So this week has been a mishmash of stress. First, regardless of how or why it came about, realizing that Berkley won’t be doing more Otherworld books totally shifts my writing world—I’ve been writing about them since 2005, that’s 10 years that I’ve turned in books to my editor, and this year I turn in the 18th book in that series to her and then, that’s it with Berkley with regards to Otherworld. After that, the D’Artigo sisters and I strike out on our own. So…even though, in the long run this is probably a good thing, it’s major change and major stress. I am just hoping that the Whisper Hollow and Fly By Night series finds the same level of success OW did.
Second, we’re going to talk about allergies. Yesterday, Sam ate a salad. He had garlic on it and a garlic based salad dressing. I’m allergic to garlic.
And apparently, it has become to the point of where now, after the past 24 hours, sorry—my house and anyone living here must be a garlic free zone. The garlic was oozing out of his pores, and by last night, it set off my asthma. I got up, the house seemed filled with the scent—it was in every room he’d walked into, meaning most of them. And it burned my lungs and burned my throat and I had to grab my inhaler and open the doors and windows. At least it was 49 degrees here last night. I sat up, finally at two AM I came into my computer and worked for a bit because I had to take my mind off the ache in my lungs. Add to that, I pulled a muscle (not bad, but enough to ache) in my inner thigh while working out and I felt like crap. By 4:00 I was standing in the bedroom, waking him up to tell him (in a very cranky voice) that there will be NO MORE GARLIC IN THE HOUSE. It’s bad if I eat it, very bad, and now it’s very bad if I’m around the scent.
So today, I aired out the house. He worked out hard to sweat it out and he’s sleeping in the living room tonight (because though it’s died down, the garlic is still coming out of his system—he ate a LOT) and after this, he’s garlic free in any amount that I can smell. And my lungs? Still burning a bit, though much easier on the breathing thing, which is good.
But this brings me to talking about: when a family member has an allergy that affects them on an airborne level. Please don’t discount it. Please don’t say, “Well, just move to another part of the room.” Breathing is essential. Breathing, without the fear of having to grab an inhaler or Epi-Pen, shouldn’t be something we have to fight over our loved ones with. Peanut dust, chemical scents, cigarettes, garlic…whatever the offending trigger is, understand the severity these allergens can have. If you love your partner/spouse/sibling/children…sometimes you have to make tough choices. If it’s a mild allergy, sometimes you can find a way to compromise…but one that’s severe…well…for the person affected, there is no way to compromise.
And I’ll add this in: I love the perfumes I can use. I love them with a passion. I wear them around the house. When we go out? I may use the lotion on my hands, but I don’t douse myself in perfume. I use it lightly, or—if we are going somewhere that entails sitting near others—I don’t wear it at all in case somebody out there is allergic to the things that I can wear.
This has not been an easy past few days.
One happy thing happened, though. I bought a few new dresses—and one came, and I held it up and thought, it’s not going to fit me. That won’t go on. But I decided to try it—because it’s my normal size, though it looked cut small—and by gods, the dress fit. And it’s cute. My husband even said that it’s “flirty” which made me smile. Here’s a picture of it, because it just so fits my style and it’s the one bright thing that happened so far this week. And a link, in case you want to look at what else they have.
Remember, tomorrow: Brain Candy Friday goes up.