something strange happened to me. Lala noticed it first, I didn’t. She asked, one
evening, “Are your hands blue?
course they weren’t, I said.
Only, hey, check it out, when I really looked at
them and quit telling her that I had blue undertones to my skin naturally, it
kinda DID kind of look like my hands were blue. I felt fine. A little cold, but
it was cold in the house. My hands didn’t hurt, weren’t tingling. They were
I did a
little online research, only a bit, I swear, because I know that madness lives
at the end of that road, and decided it was nothing to worry about if it didn’t
Sunday night, Lala noticed it again. “Your hands! Are blue!”
I wasn’t convinced, but they got rapidly bluer as the night wore on. A friend
came over and told me my hands looked as if they had been dyed. Both Lala
and she were worried, and they started me worrying a bit. My hands were SO blue.
Grey-blue, that moldy-blue look that skin gets when there’s not enough oxygen
going through it.
And I felt
fine. Completely fine. Again, quite cold, but dude, the house is cold and I’ve
been really tired, which makes my susceptibility to chills that much greater.
So I got in
the tub to warm up.
while in the hot water, I’d warmed up. I put the book down and planned on just
lying there for a while, but I glanced down at my legs poking out of the
were blue. I called Lala in and she confirmed: my legs were that ashen
grey-blue all the way down to my sock line, below which my feet were happy and
warm and pink.
know what? It still took me a few minutes to figure out.
Then it clicked. I started
scrubbing my legs and hands. I HAD washed my hands before this, of course, but
now I scrubbed them with all my might. The
bubbles turned blue. My skin went pink.
from Gap. That I’d worn twice without washing first, the first time a week ago
and then again on Sunday night, when our friend had been over. I’d been
standing in the kitchen talking with her, my hands shoved into my back pocket,
my hands getting bluer and bluer as the night and the dye wore on.
Best diagnosis ever.
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