Not sure, if it has to do with the paint fumes I've been inhaling over the last several weeks, cold germs the kids brought home from school, dust from picking apples over the weekend, the colder air outside that my body isn't used to, or all of the above, but my asthma has kicked into overdrive. I'm so frustrated. I have things to do, and I don't like not being able to do them. Still. I know that in order to get over this attack, I need to cut back for a bit.
So. No painting today. Probably no more painting for a couple of days. Just when I was so close to finishing up. Ugh. If I do any painting in the next few days, I'll definitely have to wear a mask. I probably should have been all along, but masks make it harder to breathe, so I have a tendency to go without them when I'm outside, if I can. I don't know how much a problem adding the plastic to the porch was, because I haven't been out there painting since we put it up except for maybe 10 minutes yesterday. Still, the ventilation isn't as good as it was a few days ago. When I start painting again, I'll make sure I roll as many shades up as I can to increase the airflow.
If I could just increase the airflow in my lungs. Meh.
Unfortunately, I think it's just a combination of things, and I'm going to have to take it a bit easy for the next few days.
Looks like the laundry and I have a date.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.