Bleh

[same_sky]

Remember I mentioned the Amish auction the parents went to? They bought boxes and boxes of stuff. When I stopped in yesterday, I started coughing right away and my eyes were burning a little bit all day long.. I ended up taking a twenty-minute nap to rest them. I didn't think much about it until this morning. I got to work and my dad was late.. his truck broke down in Huntington so he didn't leave there until after eight. Anyway, within ten minutes, my eyes were burning and my throat was actually tightening and closing-ish (not in a life-threatening way, but noticeably swollen and uncomfortable.) I was getting a little freaked out about it, but I finally opened both doors and it got a little better, and it got worse when I was in the back room with all the stuff. I came home for lunch.. when I went back, it was even worse than before. Might have been because I was obsessing about it by then. My chest started feeling tight and by the time they got back from lunch, I was sitting outside trying (and failing, a little bit) not to cry. It felt like I had been just about to cry all morning, with the burning eyes and tight throat, and you know you can't feel that way for hours without finally breaking down. Then my parents came back and saw I'd been weepy, and I left for home and by then they were feeling a little bad. Then Mom called to check on me, and I made her mad, and so this afternoon has pretty much sucked. Now my eyes are tired in that post-crying way, and my parents are upset with me. Great.

But at least I finally stopped crying. And at least I can breathe again, and I have the rest of the weekend off and I'm home almost four hours early. I wish it was all over with already, but I can't feel too bad about leaving. I need to breathe more than I need to get paid, and I would think my own parents would understand that. It certainly wasn't my choice. I still don't know what I was reacting to. They bought some very hot peppers.. banana peppers called infernos... but I really don't think that was it. (I picked one up and inhaled on it for a minute to see if it got any worse, and it really didn't seem to at all.) It was just so scary. I guess I should call the store and let them know that I can breathe again and I might go try to take a nap for a few minutes to try to fix my burning eyes. I don't know how we'll get rid of the problem if we don't know what's bothering me, but I guess I don't have to worry about it until Monday. I will not stay there unless whatever it is can be found and gotten rid of, though.

Eeek! Big spider! Gotta go kill it! (No, I'm not at all worried about my karma.)

Comments

[courtesy.livejournal.com]

Oh you poor thing!! *hugs* I hope you work out what it is. Definitely don't stay there if it happens again. And your mum will survive :) Don't you hate the guilt when you've upset your parents and then you get angry that you're feeling guilty when you've done nothing wrong and you don't need it and then you feel guilty that you're feeling angry that you're guilty that you..... phew! Anyway, I understand a bit :)

[same-sky.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much.. this is just the sympathy I needed. :) *hugs*

It really bugs me when people use guilt as a weapon, in general. It's so.. childish and manipulative and mean. It should be illegal. :)