I just got home from babysitting and I smell like olive oil. The 7 year old boy was "helping me" find the popcorn in the pantry, and in the process knocked over an olive oil bottle that was mysteriously missing its cap. His exact words after this happened: "I think something spilled." And then he ran back into the living room to watch Pokemon, leaving me to fend for myself in a pantry that was literally dripping with oil. I started cleaning it up, but I was simultaneously trying to keep a newly-walking toddler out of the mess. I pulled the ole "Sit on this green tile in the middle of the kitchen floor far away from any sharp objects and don't move" trick. It worked for twelve seconds, which is a record for a 14-month-old, and was long enough for me to throw paper towels on everything to start soaking up the oil.
The mess eventually got cleaned up. Soon after I got home, my left hand started itching, and I noticed it was breaking out in hives. Dear God please don't let me be allergic to olive oil. That would totally suck. I guess it could be caused by anything, though. I took a benadryl just in case because I don't want to go into some sort of systemic shock in my sleep and stop breathing. Now I am about to pass out.
And this is how I spent my Friday night!
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Did you ever figure out why you had a reaction?
Hmmmm...could be the effect of the oil dissolving some other substance there in the pantry (e.g. roach powder or toxic toddler repellent), and when you got all greasy sopping it up you were exposed to the irritant.
Then again, you may simply be olivergic...what a drag!
hey claire! this is julie from reed--i found your blog while idly surfing facebook during thanksgiving break and i really like it! the title is especially cute. i try to write about mushroom hunting and traveling and other random stuff in mine... anyway, i hope all is going well in tennessee! (portland is cold, as always)
Oil's well that ends well.
Olive to tell about it.
Wipe yer hands B4U drive a stick.
And if you MUST run with a stick in yer mouth, don't ride the clutch pedal.
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