Diseased Electric

There's an allergy that many people deal with, an issue so severely counterintuitive to our modern day life style that it seems to be not a medical mystery but merely a medical hoax.

I'm here to tell you that it's not.

I'd rather forget.

My twinflame and I traveled for a day up (and back down) California to Sacramento, to visit the HQ of California Consumer Affairs. The reason being is that she needed to apply (in person..) for a temporary nursing license and I wanted to drive her as much as I could. I loathed the thought, especially, of her taking on LA traffic.

The day begun on the road at five ante meridian, and by one post meridian we were walking around getting lost trying to find the entrance to this massive ubber-governmental building. One nice thing about it, though, unlike most Californian (and I venture to guess any state's governmental offices) owned properties was that it had plenty of parking.

The first floor we signed in, and then we ascended to the second floor passing several rooms and a door marked maintenance.

Stepping into N217, we had arrived at the door marked "Board of Nursing." I took a seat, after Kari had signed in, and began to wonder if anyone else in the quickly filling room felt an earth quake.

For numerous minutes I sat, patiently, wanting to escape. I told myself it would go away.

What, might you ask?

I began to feel dizzy,

all of my body felt as if I was swimming through a compressing current.

All around me, I was being attacked. It's hard to explain--and thankfully, it doesn't produce much of a reaction beyond a flushed skin tone, but there's no other way to say it: I was around waaaaay too much electricity. Something wasn't grounded, or too much voltage was flowing through. Either situation, I was having a massive reaction. Blurred vision; migraine, wanting to toss my insides out for good...I was fast becoming unable to even think.

Kari looked over, asking if something was wrong, I just told her "It's just a crazy thing, I'll tell you later," and left it at that. Then, after the Board of Nursing had accepted her paperwork they informed her it would take about fifteen minutes to verify her fingerprints via the LiveScan she had under gone the day before.

Fifteen minutes?!

Okay, I told myself, I could handle this.

It wasn't my first experience with this issue, and I usually adjusted given time.

I was working for a dotcom as a customer service rep and general office minion. The first few months were fine, but hectic. However, after they had moved to a new location I had found myself smack dab in the middle of a mostly sheet metal-lined back room surrounded by computers (all of which, being in the early turn of the century having CRT monitors) and a giant sever rack.

The first time I walked into the new office space, it felt simply oppressing. As I traveled from the front door and through the hallway, to the back, I had begun to feel intolerably ill. Amidst cube farm dividers the bulk of the company's computers and server was in one room.

I was dizzy, faint, feeling as if I was bitten by a cobra and injected with a traumatic foreign substance. The shackles on the back of my neck would always rise, my scalp and aura tingled with the onslaught, and I felt weaker than a nerd attempting to pick up all of their comic book collection in one box.

But being that I was sixteen, I was not going to blow this job on some electric funk.

Within weeks, it begun to subside and I had become more tolerant. Luckily,I generally arrived at night to end the shift and lock-up, so I was allowed to turn off much of the equipment. Even with several computers still running, it was quite bearable after the CRT monitors fell to sleep and most of the fluorescents were turned off.

Over time, I adjusted to the work environment under these conditions but never really enjoyed being there when the whole place was up and running.

and while our travel to Sacramento was not fruitless, it was a bit disappointing due to the fact the finger print verification had yet to register so her temporary license was not issued on-site but we were told it was to be mailed.

Gathering our effects (what little one would bring to such a place, anyway) I quickly wanted to exit the ghastly location sooner than later. Again, the feelings persisted. (at least my eye had stopped twitching..) As I stood the ground felt as if it was ^sw_ay^ing on an ocean of current. I had to get off of that floor. But by now, my exposure was so grand it would not begin to subside until I was out in the fresh air.

Off of the elevator, back to ground level, exit stage left..

Finally out of the California Board of Consumer Affairs much of the illness had passed, but I was still suffering from an oncoming migraine and fatigue. I didn't want to drive, felt too nauseous to eat, and couldn't shake the emotions of being bombarded by so much unseen force in a short span.

After we got back onto the road I put my seat in a comfortable position and meditated, envisioning all of the currents affects being expunged from my body. A half hour or so later, I had bounced back to full health.

I just wish I knew how to prevent it the next time it occurs...