Invasion of the Body Snatchers

My nose is getting me into serious trouble. Last night I was upstairs lying in bed reading my book and minding my own business. Suddenly my gag reflex went off. Red pepper. I smell red pepper. I had to sniff it out and make it stop. I got up, went down the stairs and opened the door to the kitchen. Sure enough, C was chopping the offensive vegetable for his sandwich. It might as well have been liver and onions.
Later, when all traces of the vegetable had been scrubbed from the cutting board, C moved on from making his lunch to shaving. Again it went off. This time I stayed in bed and just kept yelling: Not the cucumber soap! Use the orange and tea tree oil! Not the cucumber! NOOOOOOO! But it was too late. The gagfest was in motion.

My new basset hound nose is not the only adjustment I'm having to make. How about the creeps. I have a serious case of them. My skin crawls, I feel disgusting. I want to get as far away as possible from normal, everyday objects. The computer, for one gives me the creeps. Blogger makes my skin crawl. I have a sudden aversion to bluejeans. They make me feel hot and nauseous, even seeing them on other people. As aforementioned, I have difficulty with cucumber soap. Hot beverages. The couch. My pillow. Bras. People getting too close to me. Taking showers. They all give me the creeps.

And because lists must consist of three or more things, I will add one more to my crazy file: My new diet. Yes, I have transformed from a health conscious vegetarian and adventurous cook to, well, a finicky knit picker with her nose turned up in the air. My body snatcher will only eat the following foods:

bagels, cream cheese
bananas
aloe yogurt
dry crackers
grapes (not the fermented kind)
mango gelato
udon