Turns out even the air in the fucking back entryway is unbreathable, or at least that's our leading hypothesis for what went wrong. A new and exciting kind of unbreathable, too, not the normal sore throat: while I am *very* fortunate that it didn't kick in to the point of being a problem until I got home for the day, I had to pause decon multiple times (during clean-hands stages) to deal with my running nose. And at bedtime, after twenty minutes of lying in bed struggling to breathe, I ended up taking a pseudoephedrine pill so I could breathe well enough to sleep.
The stuffy nose did *not* come back when the decongestant wore off and I've had no other symptoms, strongly suggestive of a non-pathogen cause. Mom thinks it's the several years of accumulated dust and dirt in the back entryway: we haven't spent much time in there lately, just passing through to the backyard and fetching things out of storage areas.
I guess next time I'll sit on the floor just inside the front door.
P.S. Maybe there's some kind of mold back there? I just remembered that I *did* spend a while in the back entryway in January, and I had no problem then.
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The stuffy nose did *not* come back when the decongestant wore off and I've had no other symptoms, strongly suggestive of a non-pathogen cause. Mom thinks it's the several years of accumulated dust and dirt in the back entryway: we haven't spent much time in there lately, just passing through to the backyard and fetching things out of storage areas.
I guess next time I'll sit on the floor just inside the front door.
P.S. Maybe there's some kind of mold back there? I just remembered that I *did* spend a while in the back entryway in January, and I had no problem then.