And now for something completely irrelevant.
I had a veggie haggis taco at dinner today.
It was really good.
The shrieking may now begin.
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Okay if the shrieking's over, I should also note that this meant I got out of the house and walked to a dinner place. This turned out to be more of a walk than I'd anticipated, and there was smoke enough to get my lungs into hurts-to-inhale-and-I-can-feel-the-tightness phase again (more on this in a moment) and I utterly splatted on the way back (we stopped for groceries and halfway through I could feel everything go from objects with meaning to ooh bright colors) and I used all the spoons, but this was probably a good thing.
So the hurts-to-inhale-and-I-can-feel-the-tightness phase. About one breath of smoke sends me there for 2-3 days. But it takes somewhat more smoke to send me into full-on attack, and in this stage I can function fine, with effort. (Of course effort uses cortisol, so problem.) I think this was my default state from about age 12, when we moved to The Netherlands, to age 18, when I moved to Berkeley. I didn't really know that I could be better than it. So it's painfully (ha) familiar.
People who've known me for a long time are worried that I've gotten far more sensitive to allergens & irritants lately, and it may be somewhat true. But I think I've also just gotten used to feeling better than I used to as a kid. And now I know that most people, most of the time, don't have to constantly monitor their inhale/exhale speed to minimize pain, I resent having to do so myself and am willing to complain.
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Anyway. Yeah. Veggie haggis tacos. Not a cuisine mix I'd have anticipated, but I'm for it.
*faceplants*
It was really good.
The shrieking may now begin.
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Okay if the shrieking's over, I should also note that this meant I got out of the house and walked to a dinner place. This turned out to be more of a walk than I'd anticipated, and there was smoke enough to get my lungs into hurts-to-inhale-and-I-can-feel-the-tightness phase again (more on this in a moment) and I utterly splatted on the way back (we stopped for groceries and halfway through I could feel everything go from objects with meaning to ooh bright colors) and I used all the spoons, but this was probably a good thing.
So the hurts-to-inhale-and-I-can-feel-the-tightness phase. About one breath of smoke sends me there for 2-3 days. But it takes somewhat more smoke to send me into full-on attack, and in this stage I can function fine, with effort. (Of course effort uses cortisol, so problem.) I think this was my default state from about age 12, when we moved to The Netherlands, to age 18, when I moved to Berkeley. I didn't really know that I could be better than it. So it's painfully (ha) familiar.
People who've known me for a long time are worried that I've gotten far more sensitive to allergens & irritants lately, and it may be somewhat true. But I think I've also just gotten used to feeling better than I used to as a kid. And now I know that most people, most of the time, don't have to constantly monitor their inhale/exhale speed to minimize pain, I resent having to do so myself and am willing to complain.
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Anyway. Yeah. Veggie haggis tacos. Not a cuisine mix I'd have anticipated, but I'm for it.
*faceplants*