I get electric shocks off the banisters. Fortunately there's slightly less of me to make my knees carry up the stairs so I don't need to haul myself up by the arms - good job really, given the current useless state of my upper arms and shoulders. ( yes yes I'm going to get an appointment to see the doctor )
But it doesn't take much, and a painful ZZZZP!! Is felt and I actually hear them.
But it's got worse. At home so far I've had daily shocks off the tv off button - actually seeing blue light coming from the telly to my thumb! The kettle. The light switches. The washer. The car door. Even the HG if he stands too close. It isn't funny. It really really hurts!
At night when I get undressed, there's audible loud, sustained crackles from my clothes and my hair stands on end like a kid in a tent!
I was beginning to think I was transforming into Carrie from the Stephen King book and I'd soon be able to move things with my mind and bring the school Easter Disco to a catastrophic end.
I think I've worked it out though. I've been shlepping about in some too big for me really, faux furry fluffy slippers that have a plastic sole and I reckon as I've been shuffling across the floors, I reckon I've been generating enough static electricity for The National Grid to use me as a renewable energy source!
Said slippers are not being worn again - so far, so unzapped!
Lots of love from
Rachel *she's electric* Radiostar xxx