irony

The irony of that last post is, that the reason I had enough courage/strength to ask for help in cleaning up, was because I was in the middle of having a reaction from some of the contamination. I slept on something that had St. John's Wort on it and as a result had more gall than usual (but was half-dead exhausted all day). I find that I can't ask for help when I'm really feeling like crap. I can only ask for help whenever I'm feeling slightly stronger than usual. When I need it most, I can't ask. That would require mental focus.