Bones, Brains & Sudoku at Midnight

Last night, I was really hyper after OD-ing on chocolate covered peanuts (a reaction to the sugar and lactose) and watching TWO episodes of Bones that I had never seen before. The first one was Aliens in the Spaceship, and the second was Pain in the Heart. The last episode triggererd something my brain. No, not nightmares about Gormagon (those were later on), but when Hodgin’s mentioned old piping in Gormagon’s house.

Background story: I won’t give all the details, but about a year and a half ago, I started having reactions. Having just moved, we came to the conclusion that it was the water in this house. I thought the reactions were due to the fact that we don’t have a water softener. Recently, I was telling my mom the extent of my problems with my scalp and she told me it sounded similar to a chemical reaction.

A chemical reaction wouldn’t be stopped by a water softener, and no one else in this town seems to be having skin reactions.

Last night, on my iPod, I looked up chemical reactions to the scalp and found a list of symptoms, of which mine were listed under severe cases. Then, I read where it said similar effects can be caused by metals. I thought that fit in quite nicely with my theory about pipes.  

I did another Google search (because that’s the search engine all great investigators use), and found a Japanese experiment with piping. You have certain kinds of pipes with a certain kind of glue (or substance) used to hold the pipes together. Everything’s honkey-dorey until you introduce it to heat. That’s when the trouble starts. Having never taken chemistry, I will just say that something funky gets infiltrated into the water and out of the shower spout.

So much for hot showers? Here’s where I’m out of luck. Most of the time, I am the third person in this house to take a shower, so the pipes are nicely heated for a while. Plus, I can never take cold showers, even in the summer. Add in my other chemical sensitivities and voila!

Since I can’t exactly afford to hire a toxicologist, a trichologist, and a plumber, my mom suggested I wash my hair in cold water for the time being.

And that’s how Jack Hodgins saved my life. LOL

After all that researching and note-taking, I was still super hyper and decided to turn my lights off and play Sudoku on my iPod, which I did until 1 am and then spent the next half hour hoping Gormagon wasn’t standing next to me, getting ready to eat me.  

 

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