I swear I'm allergic to my adrenaline. A few years ago,
lightning struck nearby our house at the end of dry season right
before first rain of the season. The rain was heavy but the fire
was more fierce. Me and a few others here rushed to action,
wetting down the house, controlling the flames, running back and
forth getting water (because it was too far for all the hoses so
the hoses just focused on the house) back and forth back and
forth. Full speed. After 45 minutes it was finished. Still
raining, but the fire was out and no longer smoking. My brother
and sister ran off to help a neighbor who had lightning strikes
by their house. [the fire department *did* come but they were
occupied with OTHER strikes before getting to us] My legs were
scratched up badly from running through "sticky weeds" (they
have little balls at the end of it that scratch - it's actually
where the idea for velcro came from) - but by the time I felt
the pain... I was done. Just done. Knees weren't wobbly. I had
nothing. Couldn't talk or speak. Felt horrible. inside and out
and wanted to run out of my skin but couldn't move an inch. Of
course this is extreme. But even in regular stress situations, I
can take VERY little and then I have to go to a dark room for
15-20 mins. Probably slightly autistic spectrum or whatever.
Anyway, I hate when the stuff takes over. Useful? Sometimes. But
Rarely.
