I’ve got a mystery I’m trying to solve. A couple days ago, sitting at breakfast, I noticed a strange tingling tug at the corners of my mouth. Not the poetic hint at an oncoming smile or laugh, but a strange tightness. Curious, I went to the mirror and saw nothing that corroborated my sensation. Hmm.
The tingling went on all day, spread a little, and became itchy. When I went to bed, I imagined that I was getting itchy around other parts of my face and I began the run-through of all the new-ish things I may have eaten or chemical products I may have used.
Sunday morning I crawled out of bed preparing to primp for my turn leading part of the church service. I glanced at the mirror and… Yikes! My eyelid was swollen and halfway overlapping my eye. I looked like a monster. My first thought was aesthetic. How could I get up in front of people looking like this? I took some Benedryl and held a hot washcloth to my eye until the swelling came down to a level that was less horrifying. By the time we got to church I looked fine but the skin around my lips itched again and had gotten rough and chapped. By the end of the day, I looked up the dosage of the medicine (which I saw had expired in 2013) and took another pill before bed.
Flash forward to the next morning. Like the movie, “Groundhog Day”, I crawled out of bed again, looked in the mirror, and saw another monster looking back at me. Repeat the process, and a couple hours later I am once again returning to normal-ish.
I’ve got to figure this out. No new soaps, foods, lotions. No, wait, I rubbed some lotion on my mother’s arms at the nursing home on Friday from the bottle that had appeared on her nightstand. Surely I would have noticed something sooner than the next morning. It’s a long shot. I looked at the dog, looking up at me expectantly. Wait a minute, wasn’t that about the time they got their monthly flea & tick treatment? They got it on Friday and perhaps I got it on my hands when I petted them or Fionn sneaked onto the bed and rubbed his face on my pillow? Off came all the bedding and into the laundry. Fionn got a good bath, and once the hot water returns, Beezee will get her turn.
If the symptoms go away by tomorrow morning, Sherlock will have won the game. If not, well, I have no answer yet.