They're trying to kill me!
Okay, maybe not on purpose, but all those people wearing fragrances at the convention this weekend have about done me in.
>Mom Avert Your Eyes<
My brother drove like he was playing pole position to get me home as soon as possible. And incredibly smoothly too all things considered. I only made it half day on friday. And before session even started this morning I had to be carried out of the convention whilst I in an attack. Yeah my brother carried me down the stairs from the second floor. And then my dad from the building out and into the car.
Asthma attacks are no fun. Especially domino attacks. You see I have 3 forms of asthma and allergies. Domino attacks is where multiple things are triggered one after another. Like the perfumes closing your throat, then setting off your allergies so suddenly my eyes are watering profusely and my sinus' produce their liquids at an ungodly rate. Should I get the air to move through the throat it hits the lungs and the bronchial asthma attack sets in with coughing. So I'm trying to breath with a closing throat, air being expelled faster than I can pull it in and try not to aspirate and drown from the downpour from my sinus', and due to oxygen debt my muscles don't work quite right. Oh joy.
I reached my saturation point where my body could not longer fight off attack. The real problem with perfume saturation point is that stuff is in my lungs, so every few hours when my inhalers wear off my body launches back into an attack.
So for the rest of the day I'm hugging my friend coffee, and spending lots of quality time together, and sucking on my inhaler every 3-4 hours. Whilst trying to recuperate from the massive attack earlier in the day.
So um, thats my day in a nutshell.
I really wish people wouldn't wear fragrances. Yes it may smell nice to you, but it can kill some of us. In fact I tried to occasionally make some funny comment on the drive home so my brother wouldn't wonder if I was lying in that chair dead or not.
Given my physically weakend condition after today I seriously doubt I'll be attending tomorrow. Which really upsets me because the drama is always my favorite part of the convention. I know, me liking the part with the costumes, go fig? :)
In other news though I did get the pixie blouse finished for my mom last night, and she wore it today and looked fabulous in it. *Smiles*
Welp I need to get some rest, its been a long day.
Till later dream of velvet and pixiedust. . .
>Mom Avert Your Eyes<
My brother drove like he was playing pole position to get me home as soon as possible. And incredibly smoothly too all things considered. I only made it half day on friday. And before session even started this morning I had to be carried out of the convention whilst I in an attack. Yeah my brother carried me down the stairs from the second floor. And then my dad from the building out and into the car.
Asthma attacks are no fun. Especially domino attacks. You see I have 3 forms of asthma and allergies. Domino attacks is where multiple things are triggered one after another. Like the perfumes closing your throat, then setting off your allergies so suddenly my eyes are watering profusely and my sinus' produce their liquids at an ungodly rate. Should I get the air to move through the throat it hits the lungs and the bronchial asthma attack sets in with coughing. So I'm trying to breath with a closing throat, air being expelled faster than I can pull it in and try not to aspirate and drown from the downpour from my sinus', and due to oxygen debt my muscles don't work quite right. Oh joy.
I reached my saturation point where my body could not longer fight off attack. The real problem with perfume saturation point is that stuff is in my lungs, so every few hours when my inhalers wear off my body launches back into an attack.
So for the rest of the day I'm hugging my friend coffee, and spending lots of quality time together, and sucking on my inhaler every 3-4 hours. Whilst trying to recuperate from the massive attack earlier in the day.
So um, thats my day in a nutshell.
I really wish people wouldn't wear fragrances. Yes it may smell nice to you, but it can kill some of us. In fact I tried to occasionally make some funny comment on the drive home so my brother wouldn't wonder if I was lying in that chair dead or not.
Given my physically weakend condition after today I seriously doubt I'll be attending tomorrow. Which really upsets me because the drama is always my favorite part of the convention. I know, me liking the part with the costumes, go fig? :)
In other news though I did get the pixie blouse finished for my mom last night, and she wore it today and looked fabulous in it. *Smiles*
Welp I need to get some rest, its been a long day.
Till later dream of velvet and pixiedust. . .
posted by PixieStitch | 10:01 PM
4 Comments:
Oy - I know what you mean about the domino Asthma and Allergy attacks, Dazzy. I hope you're feeling better, soon. Please don't get all sick on us. What'll we do without our favorite Pixie to keep us in line?
Which convention was this, btw, which set you off so badly? (Not a gamer-type con, was it? Gamers rarely go in for the perfumes. Partly because most gamers are male and not into the girly smells, but also, well, let's say hygiene and personal appearance are low on many gamers' list of priorities.)
Rest up, and know that we're thinking of you!
Am doing bettr, not fabulous, but am definitely better. Yesterday I stayed home with my friend Coffee and Albuterol and we spent lots of quality time together. And I did some house work and laundry so things would be semi-orderly when the family got home.
No it was not a gaming convention. I'm a Jehovah's Witness, and it was a 3-day convention for our district hearing bible based talks. The theme for this year was Follow the Christ. Stressing the importance of following the example that Christ set for us.
On sunday is when they have a costumed bible drama. The drama has always been my favorite since I was little. So I was really upset that I had to miss it. But the convention had such a large attendence. Friday there were 11,000 + in the convention center. Thats unusually high. Usually for our district convention on Friday, its about 8,000+, and on Sunday is more when you have 11-12,000. So I only made it half day on friday. And saturday I didn't even last to session start at 9:30am. I was just at my saturation point.
This year my system has been very sensative. But am fortunate that I have an amazing family who take wonderful care of me and put up with my health problems.
Thanks for the comment hun, it's appreciated. *hugs*
And thanks for your help in the tavern this year! And hopefully Lady Myke will be up to joining us next year, and that everything goes smoothly during the last part of her pregnancy.
You ladies are thought of too!
*HUG*
That sounds like a scary experience! Sorry to hear you had it.
I'm really, really happy that you're still with us and doing better now!
You're in my thoughts!
I think it may have been more traumatic for my poor brother. The stress from it all made his heart act up. And after he carried me in the house, and took two steps out of the room he's knees buckled and he fell straight to the floor!
I'm really fortunate to have such a loving family that take care of me. *little laugh* I think I'm more trouble than I'm worth some days.
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