September 27, 2008

Hives

The neighbors got a horse, a beautiful 2yr. old colt. I want a horse or six like when I was a kid, but can't. I don't have the energy or the time now and there is the small issue with being allergic to horses - severely allergic. Despite that fact, I always had horses growing up.

So today, I loved up on this colt and he loved up on me. By the walk back up my drive, i had hives all over my arms and chest. By the walk up my stairs I had hives all over my face and back. By the walk to the bathroom, I had hives in rather interesting and not at all insensitive places. After a hot shower, a good deal of the hives had disappeared. I'm still itchy all over and my eyes haven't stopped watering for hours. Ah well. Punishment for being in love with a four-legged beauty.

In other news, I got a massage today from the scariest bull dyke I've ever seen. She gave a tremendous massage, but I can't help feeling slightly violated. . . in a strange way . . . girl was quite aggressive. I've got a black and blue mark on my lower back from all the pressure, but I left feeling less tense and crazy - too bad it's all back not 12 hours later, and of my own doing entirely.

Posted by Oddybobo at September 27, 2008 11:36 PM | TrackBack
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I made the mistake on a class trip once (as a child) of petting a police horse and then rubbing my eyes.

Holy moly.

My eyes blew up like Simpsons characters' eyes, and the itching and hives...just unbearable. Sneezing asthma, itchy throat...I was a wreck.

So yes, I can definitely relate, which is a shame, since I love horsies.

Posted by: Erica at September 28, 2008 01:55 AM

I really miss horses; it's almost a good thing that there are few down here because the pang when I see one is not pleasant.

Also, I've always wanted a professional massage, because I looooove them... but I don't know if I could relax enough in the hands of a stranger to enjoy it! Guess if they got me drunk and sung in my ear I'd do it, but...

Posted by: pam at September 28, 2008 06:48 AM

When that scariest massage dyke showed up, you weren't in those red colored F Me Pumps were you?

Posted by: JihadGene at September 28, 2008 02:11 PM

Uh, Gene? No, I was not in those shoes, but I was getting a massage so -- I was nekkid!!

Posted by: Oddybobo at September 28, 2008 04:15 PM

I'm a bit nervous around horses. I always have been... so too bad that *I* am not the one allergi. It should be me, not you. Life is not just.

I'm not sure I could do that massage with the dyke thing. I don't have a problem with homosexuals, but... it might bother me... a gay woman touching me when I was naked.

Then again, I have had male massage therapists who were hetero... and its been OK. That said, I'm very cautious with them too.

Posted by: Bou at September 28, 2008 09:03 PM

Well - at least you got a massage! Yeepers!! I will try to keep the horses at bay for you... ;)

Posted by: Richmond at September 28, 2008 09:51 PM

Oh lordy I do love me a good massage from time to time; one of the roughest massages I ever got was from a little, teeny-tiny Japanese woman,,,liked to have killed me!!!!! Went to a quarter auction last week and won 2 certificates for an hour hot stone massage,,,those are great!

Posted by: Michele at September 29, 2008 09:25 PM