There are some massive repainting works going on in the house right now & our lives have been DISRUPTED. Some days, I don't have any appointments/things to do, which means I stay home the entire day cos I don't want my mom to be alone at home. But it's agonizing. It's either death by turpentine fumes or death by heat, neither of which are remotely appealing.
After a day & a half of turpentine/ thinner fumes, paint odour, my throat feels as if I drank a cup of broken glass...despite consciously avoiding the painters like plague & standing near the fan.
PLEASE LET IT BE OVER SOON.
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