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this place is trying to kill me...
Third day at the textiles gig. This afternoon, the guy came in to put the protective coating on the cement floor of what will become the textiles/photographs storage area. Which is right next to the room where I was working on the computer.
I have never had such a reaction to anything like that in my entire life. First I started wheezing, then my throat started closing up, and I wound up leaving early for the day because I literally couldn't breathe.
I'll make up the hours (2 1/2) next week once the floor is dry and the fumes have dissipated. But criminy.
I'm okay now that I'm away from it, but please do send good anti-migraine thoughts. I don't have one yet, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if I come down with one.
That place is trying to kill me, I swear!
I have never had such a reaction to anything like that in my entire life. First I started wheezing, then my throat started closing up, and I wound up leaving early for the day because I literally couldn't breathe.
I'll make up the hours (2 1/2) next week once the floor is dry and the fumes have dissipated. But criminy.
I'm okay now that I'm away from it, but please do send good anti-migraine thoughts. I don't have one yet, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if I come down with one.
That place is trying to kill me, I swear!