i almost killed myself
So I was cleaning the shower because it was really gross and mildewy, and I was doing some hardcore scrubbing with diluted bleach solution and that bleach powder stuff. That stuff reeked like hell so I kept taking breathers by sticking my head outside the shower and taking big gulps of breath. Well, after a few minutes, I realized that my sense of hearing had diminished somewhat. Worried about my health, I got outside and decided to stop cleaning for the day, since I realized I had just inhaled a good quantity of chlorine gas.
I told my mom and she told me to drink some milk. Apparently milk has the property of absorbing poison and should make me feel better. All right mom, I'll trust your wacky Chinese folk-medicine advice. Big mistake. After I downed the glass I immediately started getting nauseous. Deciding it was only a temporary affliction, I decided to go ahead with my plans for the night and head out and meet Peter, Evan, Elaine and whoever else. I got Dylan to pick me up and grab some food. Around halfway to the restaurant I realized I was about to do some major heaving.
Fuck.
My dad called me and said that the Poison Center recommended that I drink a lot of water, force cough to dislodge the chlorine in my lungs, and to get some fresh air. Oh, and NOT(!!!) to drink any milk as it would cause extreme nausea and probably make me throw up...thanks mom. So, I felt like an asshole, but I asked Dylan to drive me back home, all the while trying my best not to puke all over his car.
As soon as I got home, I vomited all over my front yard and driveway. Man, there was a stream of vomit coming out of my mouth, which was funny since I hadn't eaten much today. So yeah, now I'm chilling out, trying not to fall asleep, and eating lots of food to make up for my empty stomach.
I am never cleaning the fucking shower again.
I told my mom and she told me to drink some milk. Apparently milk has the property of absorbing poison and should make me feel better. All right mom, I'll trust your wacky Chinese folk-medicine advice. Big mistake. After I downed the glass I immediately started getting nauseous. Deciding it was only a temporary affliction, I decided to go ahead with my plans for the night and head out and meet Peter, Evan, Elaine and whoever else. I got Dylan to pick me up and grab some food. Around halfway to the restaurant I realized I was about to do some major heaving.
Fuck.
My dad called me and said that the Poison Center recommended that I drink a lot of water, force cough to dislodge the chlorine in my lungs, and to get some fresh air. Oh, and NOT(!!!) to drink any milk as it would cause extreme nausea and probably make me throw up...thanks mom. So, I felt like an asshole, but I asked Dylan to drive me back home, all the while trying my best not to puke all over his car.
As soon as I got home, I vomited all over my front yard and driveway. Man, there was a stream of vomit coming out of my mouth, which was funny since I hadn't eaten much today. So yeah, now I'm chilling out, trying not to fall asleep, and eating lots of food to make up for my empty stomach.
I am never cleaning the fucking shower again.