hartzofspace wrote:
This is my first time being in such close proximity to wildfires. Every day the sky is hazy with smoke, and the air is smoky to breathe. I've been really sick, and have been unable to do anything bu ...
I understand about the smoke from the wildfires, all that concentrated energy of smoke and people and uncertainty can aggravate every sensor we have. The feeling of being unsafe and even frightened at the persistence of the danger, highlighted by the newness of the uncertainty and the never ending smoke. . .
hartzofspace wrote:
Been down with an accelerated version of CFIDS. I think the smoke in the air aggravated it, but I could do nothing but sleep for three days. I am so tired of smelling this smoke. The dog next door,whose barking usually annoys me, aroused pity in me because he was so hoarse. I wondered at his owners leaving him outside to breath the smoke while they sat in some air conditioned work place all day. I walked to the store today, and my skin now smells of smoke. Hope everyone is doing fine.
hope you are hanging in there, Harz o' Space. anything that disturbs my sense of inner balance
causes me to think somehow a decision must be made or some how I can master it and compartmentalize it or overcome the feeling but nothing can stop the smell of smoke that permeates your consciousness, constantly communicating to all your sensors that this is no bad dream, this is
real.
Cultivating "grace under fire" is an honorable thing, I think. Cultivating nobleness of purpose while living in adversity tends to strengthen one eventually. Smoke is a b***h to get out of the curtains, your hair, and it is useless to launder it all as long as the all pervasive haze is still happening. Being alert to the radio and keeping track of where the wild fires are, geographically from you is a good idea, so if you are to be evacuated (which means grab that cat and the picture of dear old granddad and get out) it's best to be early alerted so you can make plans. I lived through a few forest fires, out here on the Left coast of North America.
Merle
Thanks, Merle. I was trying not to panic, but went into complete meltdown, one day when the smoke was really bad. My daughter was on the phone with me, and didn't make matters any better, (although she meant well) by urging me to get the hell out of there! And you described it perfectly, about my sense of inner balance, and the constant onslaught against the senses. I have no idea where I would go, in case of evacuation, and would have to rely upon the authorities to tell me where to go and what to do. At least that bit of rain has cleared the air enough for me to take another walk. I hated being bedridden!