The day I was marked by the vast⦠hmm well⦠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! But⦠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 generator⦠Iām sure you can see where this is going⦠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 but⦠it was interesting⦠like smelling a strong liquor, I couldnāt get enough⦠I stared into the purple glow and inhaled the gas into my lungs⦠my throat started hurting, but I kept absorbing Zeusās breath ⦠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 bullets⦠my skin became a blue-ish hue and, looking into the sky⦠I trusted it⦠I trusted that whatever happened next, it was for a reason⦠I remember being lifted into an ambulance and given a treatment for my asthma. I ended up being 100% fine either a few hours but⦠that incident definitely did something to me