Primordial Ooze

Nov 21, 2008 at 11:36 AM
I realized that I never really told you guys about how that whatever-sting I got worked out. You know, the one that I didn't know I got until my foot swelled up like a beachball followed by my leg. Etc.

After the third day, I thought I was better and it was over. The swelling was minimal. So, I stopped taking the inhibitors.

Boy, was I WRONG.

I sweated out the last of the poison from whatever kind of sea creature in might have been, in the middle of the night. It hit me so hard it woke me right up (and you're talking about a girl who has slept through two earthquakes, a tornado and a hurricane, here).

It felt like an adrenaline rush of pure, unfettered, thoughtless fear rushing through my bloodstream, and I was thinking - what the HECK am I afraid of?

Then I realized I totally wasn't afraid. It was the reaction.

I think it was the bottled poison fear of the creature I had somehow threatened that I felt. I sweated out more than I've ever sweated in such a short time. It was totally creepy.

It felt so strange, that toxin, like a genetic call to the most ancient version of fear. That dull ache that I'd been sitting with for three days and now the pulsing sweaty, fearful, emotion that came with it felt so generally WRONG.

So INCOMPATIBLE with me. FOREIGN.

After I realized what it was, I just sort of sat there and marveled at it. Truly I must be a little bit like one of those jungle show people. ("Is she really going to poke the boa with that stick to see what it does?")

So I sat there paying attention to the fear and noticing that whatever got me must have been pretty darn WoW. I got off lucky, huh?

So when I got up the next day, I wanted to make totally sure that I had got ALL of it out of my system, and I did an hour of yoga followed by an hour of bo staff work, followed by more swimming. I SWEATED.

I had to make sure that the poison was completely out of my system. That twitchy primordial little critter was NOT going to put me down.

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After all that, I got stung by another creature! Beats me what it was. All I know is my arm HURT. Sharp pain that was sustained for a few minutes. Felt hot. For all I know it was a sea-ant. (It actually might have been an ant, caught in the water somehow.) Beats me. Anyway, I freaked OUT. I had no idea I could jump completely out of the water. Bodies can do some pretty amazing stuff when they feel threatened.

And I went back home. Or hotel or whatever.

And not in the "look I'm walking along the shore like a bathing suit model" kind of way. More of a "Look I'm freaking out like I'm running from bees" kind of way.

So this time I was so NOT going to go through anything like that earlier three days. As soon as I got back, I set aside all personal feelings of embarrassment and I did, you know, what you're supposed to do. Onto my arm.

So, yeah, uhmmmm. Anyway, my arm's fine. Worked like a charm.

Either that or it was just some harmless sea creature telling me I was in its way.

6 comments

  1. C.S. Perry Says:

    I do that on my arm all the time...just for fun. You know?
    But I'm glad you got the poison out.

  2. I get what you mean: that the stress of a physical poison can be equivalent to the physical reactions to fear. I'm sensitive to certain foods, and my heart starts racing if I get even a wee bit of one of those foods into my system. Like a panic attack. It's very weird.

  3. Shelley Says:

    Will you please stop pissing off all my innocent sea creatures so much then you won't have to be pissing on their bites.

  4. Kat Says:

    LOL, Des. I wondered when you were going to mention that you peed on your arm. You're awesome.

  5. Kat Says:

    Actually, I have a few questions.

    Did you stand in the shower while you did it, and then did you hold your arm out from your side with a disgusted look on your face? Did you leave the pee on your arm for a while so it could get to work? Let it air-dry? Or did you wash it off quickly? Did your arm smell?

    Just wondering how that worked, exactly. Really. I know it's weird, but these are the kinds of things I think about but don't ask most people because, you know. They'd never talk to me again.

  6. desi Says:

    @Kat Yes. No. No. Yes. Kind of but maybe just in my head.

    Hopefully I will not have to develop a technique for future use.

    @Shelley - I am SOOO trying.

    @ C.S.Perry I like that in a man. ;)