Ichthyophobia

Hi, my name is Katie and I am afraid of fish.  Specifically the idea of eating fish or touching fish makes me feel all ookey inside.  I get this weird feeling in the small of my back that makes me wriggle when I think about either of those things.  Also, I have problems with smelling fish or being too close to fish.

I know what you are thinking, how do I handle scuba diving?  First of all, I wear a wetsuit while diving to minimize the chances of actual skin contact with a fish.  But there is also something magical about scuba diving because when I'm down there, it's like being an observer in a completely different world.  The fish don't care that I'm down there watching them, and I do my best to give them (and me) some serious elbow room.

I've had some recent encounters with fish that have made the people around me curious.  This last week we went to dinner at Iguana Cafe where they primarily cook fish.  The guy next to me ordered shrimp, so I thought I knew what was coming.  Instead of typical American shrimp though, the waiter puts this massive crayfish down right next to me.  I immediately jumped up with my plate because it felt like the extra long antennas were going to touch me or my food.  Uck!

While snorkeling in Champagne Bay I pushed the limits of my fear by being so close to so many fish.  Snorkeling there was beautiful, but there were just too many fish at once.  At one point, there were several schools of fish that kept surrounding us, and I ended up swimming directly behind one of my friends hoping her movements would make the fish swim off.  I started to get all queasy inside and felt the need to get out of the water immediately- which makes no sense at all.

I like to call my problem a "mental allergy."  Rationally, I know fish are not going to hurt me.  I know that eating a bite won't kill me.  However, I just can't bring myself to eat or touch one. 

What's really interesting is how my fear of fish effects other people.  There's always a person who wants to trick me into eating or touching a fish.  And always a person who sympathizes because they have their own {irrational} fear.  The latter are usually the kind I ask to taste-test dishes that look 'fishy.' 

Sorrel

Who would have thought that this pretty little flower called Sorrel could wreak such havic on my body?! The locals here boil it to a concentrate, then add ginger, spices, and sugar to make an iced drink aka sorrel juice.  When I tried it for the first time Friday night I certainly didn't know that I would have a severe allergy to it.  By Saturday morning I'd broken out into big red hives all over my body.  I took benadryl, claritan, and tried all the anti-itch creams I could find.  Nothing worked.  By Sunday, Chris and I were getting worried because it was getting worse not better.  Begrudgingly, I called the EMTs who were actually very concerned and very kind.  They even raided the health clinic for drugs for me.  By this morning, I was starting to look a little better.  After two shots, I'm starting to get some regular color back on my skin, and the angry red hives are dulling to pink splotches.  I can see the light at the end of tunnel.