What shall I use my newfound invisibility for: good.... or evil?
Today my housemate and I hypothesise that I am disappearing.
This is not a random idea - well, it is really rather random - but I mean, it isn't that we were sitting around watching Diagnosis Murder and thought, Hey, wouldn't it be cool if you were disappearing? Let's pretend! There is a reason. I promise.
Some point last week - days are hazy - I was intensely freaked out by my feet. This is nothing unusual; I am habitually freaked out by my feet, any feet in my eye-line, feet just outside my eyeline, feet which may one day rear up, scream, "Revolution!" and touch me. I just plain do not like feet. However, on this particular day I noticed that I could see every vein in my foot. Not just a couple of big ones on the top near my ankle - ALL OF THEM. Criss-crossing over and around the arch, tendrilling up into spikes at my toes, creeping around and across the soles. Like encroaching but necessary foot-ivy! I do have fairly bony feet and ankles, but this is a whole new level.
I was alarmed.
Luckily, my housemate understands me. She mocked me mercilessly and then threw chocolate at me and told me to eat more to hide them again.
However, today. Drying off after my late-morning shower, because today was my day off and I like to laze around and - ARM IVY! Seriously, guys, I have never been one for extremely visible veins. I used to have one that showed up darkish blue in the crease of my elbow and at my wrist. Just the one - Twinny has a tonne but not me! I am a normal person who keeps her blood safe and secure and under wraps. But not any more! Deep-scored blue lines down the middle and hatchings all down the sides, and up my hands (both sides!) and after twenty minutes throwing myself into artistically consumptive positions and calling for sal volatile the Disappearing Act occurred to us and it no longer seemed so very funny.
I have googled it, of course, as all good nervy hypochondriacs do and it appears I have several options, the most popular of which are:
(1)Pulmonary embolism
(2)Circulation problems
(3)Varicose veins.
Thing is, if I'd had a pulmonary embolism, wouldn't I be dead? And although I always have a LOT of trouble finding my own pulse, I'm fairly sure I'm still upright and sentient (mostly). I already know I have circulation problems so that's not exciting, but varicose veins is a horrid idea! They pull them out, like.... string from jelly (though why you would put string in jelly, I have no idea).
All in all, I think I'd rather disappear. Sure, I'd turn up to work and they wouldn't realise I was there but I could perve on the cute guy and no-one would know.
We consumptive invalids have to take our jollies where we can find 'em.
This is not a random idea - well, it is really rather random - but I mean, it isn't that we were sitting around watching Diagnosis Murder and thought, Hey, wouldn't it be cool if you were disappearing? Let's pretend! There is a reason. I promise.
Some point last week - days are hazy - I was intensely freaked out by my feet. This is nothing unusual; I am habitually freaked out by my feet, any feet in my eye-line, feet just outside my eyeline, feet which may one day rear up, scream, "Revolution!" and touch me. I just plain do not like feet. However, on this particular day I noticed that I could see every vein in my foot. Not just a couple of big ones on the top near my ankle - ALL OF THEM. Criss-crossing over and around the arch, tendrilling up into spikes at my toes, creeping around and across the soles. Like encroaching but necessary foot-ivy! I do have fairly bony feet and ankles, but this is a whole new level.
I was alarmed.
Luckily, my housemate understands me. She mocked me mercilessly and then threw chocolate at me and told me to eat more to hide them again.
However, today. Drying off after my late-morning shower, because today was my day off and I like to laze around and - ARM IVY! Seriously, guys, I have never been one for extremely visible veins. I used to have one that showed up darkish blue in the crease of my elbow and at my wrist. Just the one - Twinny has a tonne but not me! I am a normal person who keeps her blood safe and secure and under wraps. But not any more! Deep-scored blue lines down the middle and hatchings all down the sides, and up my hands (both sides!) and after twenty minutes throwing myself into artistically consumptive positions and calling for sal volatile the Disappearing Act occurred to us and it no longer seemed so very funny.
I have googled it, of course, as all good nervy hypochondriacs do and it appears I have several options, the most popular of which are:
(1)Pulmonary embolism
(2)Circulation problems
(3)Varicose veins.
Thing is, if I'd had a pulmonary embolism, wouldn't I be dead? And although I always have a LOT of trouble finding my own pulse, I'm fairly sure I'm still upright and sentient (mostly). I already know I have circulation problems so that's not exciting, but varicose veins is a horrid idea! They pull them out, like.... string from jelly (though why you would put string in jelly, I have no idea).
All in all, I think I'd rather disappear. Sure, I'd turn up to work and they wouldn't realise I was there but I could perve on the cute guy and no-one would know.
We consumptive invalids have to take our jollies where we can find 'em.