One of the perks here is having your laundry done. Because it is Afghanistan, it is not without its risk, of course. Risk one is that you may not get everything back that you sent in. Risk two you may get more than you sent in. Risk three, they don't rinse out all of the soap. Risk four, your whites come back battleship grey.
E sent me a duvet cover awhile ago and it finally needed to go to the laundry. I picked it up two days later and put it back on my bed, just in time for the weather outside to dip down to the thirties. Comfy and warm in my bed I snuggled deep into the comforter and fell deep asleep. Until I woke up. Itching. And covered in welts. WTF? OK, I have to pee. Brrrrrrr. A mad dash to the bathroom and back and I looked down to see that I was clearly having an allergic reaction. It finally happened, I am allergic to Afghanistan. Luckily, I am a highly trained Physician Assistant and realized that I need Benadryl. Which I just happen to have in my shaving kit, just in case. Now, where the hell was it? Search, scratch, search, scratch. Here it is. Cool. 50 milligrams down with water and back to bed. Into a deep sleep. One of the lovely side effects. Woke up in the morning, all good. Except I slept through the alarm. Oops. Happened again the next night. I realized that there was still soap in the duvet. Luckily there are washing machines around here, somewhere. Some even work. We rent rooms at the hotel across the street from Camp Hicks and I found out that they have really nice washers and dryers. So I meandered over there, acted like I was staying there and rewashed the duvet in plain water. All is good. No more itching. No more diphenhydramine. Ok, I wonder what else in my room will try and kill me? I'm talking to you, pillow case....
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