No Rhyme or Reason

When the smoke filled the valley the other day I was sure that I’d be sent spiraling downward into mast cell hell again, especially after having a random attack that left me reeling on the floor the other day. I prepared as best I could, and made peace with my coming fate. I did things like run the whole house filtration system 24/7, wore my Vogmask which I hate, and stayed indoors.

Well, until I just couldn’t do it anymore which was after about a day and a half. After six months of cabin fever I just couldn’t mentally do it! So off came the mask and out the door I headed. Screw it, I thought to myself, if it gets me, it gets me. I did double up on my daily meds before being so bold as to take my life into my hands like that and it seems to have worked because I’m still here and my garden work all got done (yay me!).

Which is kind of important since I’m growing all my own “safe” foods out there. I am literally gardening for my life here! 😄

As I sat there admiring all the work I did, I thought to myself that it would be a good time to make a run to town and hit the stores, which I had been putting off as long as possible.

Everything was great right until I turned the corner in Costco and found myself in the aisle with the laundry soap and Febreze air fresheners. BOOM! Instant runny nose, sneezing, brain fog, hoarse voice, watery eyes, etc. THAT FAST.

I got the hell out of there as fast as I could and it all calmed back down again.

It’s funny that I can spend half a day breathing in thick wildfire smoke and not have this happen but inhaling Febreze molecules will kill me quickly.

No rhyme. No reason. Just madness.

3 thoughts on “No Rhyme or Reason

  1. UGH, I can’t even go to that corner of the store… the chemical smells are so overpowering. It boggles my mind that I could ever tolerate them. Glad you were able to get away quickly and without too many repercussions!

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