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Feb. 22nd, 2005 01:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisabetI may be having an asthma attack right this moment. I'm sitting very still at my desk and breathing and wondering if I should say anything or just wait and see if it eases up or whatever.
This is terribly exciting. My allergies have been through the roof this week (It's 30 degrees! No, it's 70 degrees! No, it's 30 degrees!) so this is not entirely unexpected. Well, yeah - it was.
Wow. I should possibly go home. Damn. There was no real exposure trigger, I was just sitting here and thinking about Angel and then I realized that I was having a hard time breathing out. Okay. It isn't that bad. I was just scared. I'm good now.
I was going to type that 10-things I've done that you haven't meme up and then the breathing thing happened and really and truly - I've not done much with my life. I once drove James Brady around New Orleans in a lift van before the National TBI seminar or something (he was the guest of honor) and I kept calling him Mr. Brady and he would get mad and insist I call him "Bear" and I wanted to call him Bear, but I don't know him very well and I am very Southern in some respects so I just couldn't and I couldn't call him Mr. Brady so I just quit addressing him by name.
Also, the place where I worked (that was hosting Mr. Brady's visit) had sent me out to show him the sites but they also were short-staffed that day and sent the delusional 240 lb dude with me (cause he needed an outing) and I was worried he was gonna have an outburst on the strange former Press Secretary riding with us and that afternoon was one of the most stressful of my life.
Much more stressful than this afternoon. I should get some perspective on this all. Man. I think I am going home now.
This is terribly exciting. My allergies have been through the roof this week (It's 30 degrees! No, it's 70 degrees! No, it's 30 degrees!) so this is not entirely unexpected. Well, yeah - it was.
Wow. I should possibly go home. Damn. There was no real exposure trigger, I was just sitting here and thinking about Angel and then I realized that I was having a hard time breathing out. Okay. It isn't that bad. I was just scared. I'm good now.
I was going to type that 10-things I've done that you haven't meme up and then the breathing thing happened and really and truly - I've not done much with my life. I once drove James Brady around New Orleans in a lift van before the National TBI seminar or something (he was the guest of honor) and I kept calling him Mr. Brady and he would get mad and insist I call him "Bear" and I wanted to call him Bear, but I don't know him very well and I am very Southern in some respects so I just couldn't and I couldn't call him Mr. Brady so I just quit addressing him by name.
Also, the place where I worked (that was hosting Mr. Brady's visit) had sent me out to show him the sites but they also were short-staffed that day and sent the delusional 240 lb dude with me (cause he needed an outing) and I was worried he was gonna have an outburst on the strange former Press Secretary riding with us and that afternoon was one of the most stressful of my life.
Much more stressful than this afternoon. I should get some perspective on this all. Man. I think I am going home now.
