The day I was marked by the vastā¦ hmm wellā¦ thereās not just one single day but, This one is the easiest to recollect fully. The others are probably much more intense, which makes for great stories! Butā¦ theyāre locked up behind traumaā¦
I had walked into my therapistās waiting room. He was a very odd man, heād been worn down by a shitty childhood I think, whatever the case, he had a bad addiction to nicotine. Patches, vapes, cigarettes, all of it. I suppose the smell of the smoke had seeped deep into the stiff fabric of the waiting room chairs. To get rid of the smell, they used an ozone generatorā¦ Iām sure you can see where this is goingā¦ ozone, while being great for removing stubborn smells, is a horrible irritant for you lungs. Normally, while a generator is running, youāre not supposed to be in the room at all. I didnāt know this at the time unfortunately. I have, or used to have, pretty bad asthma and when I entered that room, I was hit with the staticky smelling air. It was no where near a good smell butā¦ it was interestingā¦ like smelling a strong liquor, I couldnāt get enoughā¦ I stared into the purple glow and inhaled the gas into my lungsā¦ my throat started hurting, but I kept absorbing Zeusās breath ā¦ I didnāt notice how little oxygen was getting to me for a while, but once I did, I weakly left for some fresh air. It had been thunder-storming a lot that day, and I remember laying on the grass out front, staring at the whirling clouds, and letting the rain hit my face like bulletsā¦ my skin became a blue-ish hue and, looking into the skyā¦ I trusted itā¦ I trusted that whatever happened next, it was for a reasonā¦ I remember being lifted into an ambulance and given a treatment for my asthma. I ended up being 100% fine either a few hours butā¦ that incident definitely did something to me
